from one despair to the next, we joke and laugh. we pretend and we hide, and at the end of the day there aren't even the ashes to prove anything at all. despair, drama, competition and the naked truth of being totally insignificant. humans are an energetic saddle point at the mercy of another manifold of glorious fluctuating information. one is the reality, the other is the illusion. life is illusion pure, and human is the comedy of the despair. the reality and the truth are twins, and the twins are whores. in the illusion of life, it is good to know how to dance with the real whores.
the universe forgets, and humans die. i like this universe of ours that is forgetful and vibrant. we thought that it then meant something, and then it was not even smoke, nor air, nor ether. it was nothing at all, and i loved the whole of that nothing.
when the sun rises, and once more we face another day after the laughter has died down, the sleep has smoothed out the emotional excitation and the cognitive wildfires, then there is another blossom and a whisper of that breeze that reminds me that on occasions i forget the whole of the universe. we forget, the universe and i.
