Tuesday, November 10, 2015

a reaction to the oatmeal

[Click here and read this comic first, please.]

We are all hurtling through a void that isn't even gracious enough to be infinite. A void that can't even hate us. Gyreing waves of probability smash against us; eventually, no matter our efforts, we will succumb. We will cease.

Until then, we, each one, control only ourselves. Even in aggregate our actions amount to little on the cosmic scale.

Still the actions belong to us. These precious finite visions of a vast but finite universe belong to us.

We are alive, for now so chew bitter pills and smile. Form nature violent towards your needs.
Live relentlessly, unapologetically.

Live beautifully.

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