At least that is left, you know?: that which happens by chance. Other than that everything is the same, the infinite variety saves me. It is odd but it is natural.
I used to dislike it, be scared and disgusted by it, think of it as without any particular reason. I've come to realise that despite the way things could be it persists obstinately and the world comes out of its greyness because of it. I do not worship it, I do not say things happen for a reason, I couldn't possibly know and I couldn't possibly try to know. I am grateful for it. I may of course feel any sort of way towards any sort of fate of mine, it is only that it separates me from everything else, it separates everything else from everything else to some feeble extent. It tries. Even if they are all the same thing, these (not at all) vague margins create something to do.
I do not feel separated and I don't want to. I will not cease to imagine one thing as another, myself as you, I think it necessary, at least necessary to think of. But, gee, at least there is the world.
I used to dislike it, be scared and disgusted by it, think of it as without any particular reason. I've come to realise that despite the way things could be it persists obstinately and the world comes out of its greyness because of it. I do not worship it, I do not say things happen for a reason, I couldn't possibly know and I couldn't possibly try to know. I am grateful for it. I may of course feel any sort of way towards any sort of fate of mine, it is only that it separates me from everything else, it separates everything else from everything else to some feeble extent. It tries. Even if they are all the same thing, these (not at all) vague margins create something to do.
I do not feel separated and I don't want to. I will not cease to imagine one thing as another, myself as you, I think it necessary, at least necessary to think of. But, gee, at least there is the world.
