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[thelittledo]

every now and again it feels worthwhile.
It becomes visceral and near profound.

I am this body and it has run
through things only it will ever understand.
I am not this body and I have run
through things I can only strive to understand.

Life is unfair.
This remains my greatest consolation.
We are distinct
and the universe is unaware of us.
In this we are both
insignificant and monumental.

It's reductive and near trite
but we are everything and nothing
and therefore I will continue to marvel
at the meaning and insignificance.

(it might also just be
the bourbon and pot talking.)