It baffles me.
Life is cheap but its a cost that can never be paid.
And I see the world, with so many minds, floating about; active molecules untouched by gravity, in a space so endless to the eye that there is no horizon. And all these active molecules bounce against each other - people meeting; injecting; affecting - and then just leave the exact same way they came, going back into the universe, as if nothing ever happened.
It really makes you think - so what? So what if you did X and Y, met A and B?
So what?
In the end, no one can tell the difference. In the end, even if they could... why would they care? They've bounced against you and now you both travel indefinitely in directions of total opposites. And no matter how many similar molecules are around you, how many you've met, or how many you're gonna meet, you're gonna remain just that - untouched, unaffected, and painfully...painfully the same.
Life is cheap.
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ps: I would write about how we're all sucked into a black chasm a black hole of nothingness and everything. But it would hurt to trivialize or even attempt to define this space that I feel. It could be a looming sense of insignificance, of humble reverie, or simply of no value at all.
Life is cheap but its a cost that can never be paid.
And I see the world, with so many minds, floating about; active molecules untouched by gravity, in a space so endless to the eye that there is no horizon. And all these active molecules bounce against each other - people meeting; injecting; affecting - and then just leave the exact same way they came, going back into the universe, as if nothing ever happened.
It really makes you think - so what? So what if you did X and Y, met A and B?
So what?
In the end, no one can tell the difference. In the end, even if they could... why would they care? They've bounced against you and now you both travel indefinitely in directions of total opposites. And no matter how many similar molecules are around you, how many you've met, or how many you're gonna meet, you're gonna remain just that - untouched, unaffected, and painfully...painfully the same.
Life is cheap.
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ps: I would write about how we're all sucked into a black chasm a black hole of nothingness and everything. But it would hurt to trivialize or even attempt to define this space that I feel. It could be a looming sense of insignificance, of humble reverie, or simply of no value at all.
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