Words words words Δ

4 Sep

These things we know, these things we suspect, these things that we argue, defend, and kill for. The people, places, things and spaces we occupy and divide.

We’ve known nothing of this fabled perfection we strive for, hear about and compare ourselves to. I heard once from a physicist that our galaxy, be it a wonderful accident or intentional art, was accomplished only by mixing the flaws of the Universe. I may have poeticized that.

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