also-- now that i can think. --what's so infinite? the existence of humanity is that tiny dot on that history of the earth. and even the earth is going to be destroyed, eaten by that which feeds it, which as i've said before gives me hope.... if the earth were meant to last forever, then we would be sinning so deeply with our destruction of it that i couldn't possibly stand it, couldn't ever get in a car. but, no, it's going to be destroyed so i guess it's alright.
It is a problem of lightness and weight. infinite lightness is no good. infinite weight is no good. the fragile paradoxical tension between the two is the only possibility for life -anyway.- and if man is the measure of things, our lifetime lasts a lifetime. i will never fully know you. you will never fully know you either. even as you learn something, you change. you are infinite! against that what am i? dinfinity against the things.... oh wait shit i forgot, i'm infinite too. i think the fact of sentient mortals in an infinite universe is a metaphor by which God tries to think about fractals.
you say humanity presses us to create/pro-create but for every action,... so if it's humanity telling you to fuck tell it to fuck itself, i say. re-create instead. but this is recreation, poetry. and now i can see the universe reflected through you.
It is a problem of lightness and weight. infinite lightness is no good. infinite weight is no good. the fragile paradoxical tension between the two is the only possibility for life -anyway.- and if man is the measure of things, our lifetime lasts a lifetime. i will never fully know you. you will never fully know you either. even as you learn something, you change. you are infinite! against that what am i? dinfinity against the things.... oh wait shit i forgot, i'm infinite too. i think the fact of sentient mortals in an infinite universe is a metaphor by which God tries to think about fractals.
you say humanity presses us to create/pro-create but for every action,... so if it's humanity telling you to fuck tell it to fuck itself, i say. re-create instead. but this is recreation, poetry. and now i can see the universe reflected through you.
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