Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Pinwheel

The many sets of coordinates, the infinite configuration spaces that contain us and define us and the vst array of possible us, the blurry demarcations, the uncertain limits and borders of what we are. I open my eyes in the middle of the night, I think 'it is night, it is I, what does all that mean'. Outside, the vast pinwheel firework of the universe continues its blind careening burning itself in a mad dash of entropy towards oblivion, one that is too slow for us to register, perhaps mercifully. Beyond that, who knows. In the meantime, I stare at the ceiling in the dark, I think of many things to do with impermanence and the transience of life and of being, I sigh and turn around and try to sleep again.

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