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It's happening now. I can feel it and I know it.
I love standing outside alone at night because so much about the universe unravels itself to my gaze. I can't change human history but I can see it clearly in in all its glorious, pathetic idiosyncrasy. It makes me laugh a secret kind of divine humor that only the quite lonely know. A snarky, poignant, yet shared with some intelligent stanger at the bar, sometimes even with the bartender himself, moment that changes things for the better. That makes them feel less painful and more totally ridiculous and silly. Value is itself, consciousness.
I love standing outside alone at night because so much about the universe unravels itself to my gaze. I can't change human history but I can see it clearly in in all its glorious, pathetic idiosyncrasy. It makes me laugh a secret kind of divine humor that only the quite lonely know. A snarky, poignant, yet shared with some intelligent stanger at the bar, sometimes even with the bartender himself, moment that changes things for the better. That makes them feel less painful and more totally ridiculous and silly. Value is itself, consciousness.