Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant or we are incalculably precious and interesting.
let’s try to move away from the human and the linguistic. let’s move to the place where the words ‘insignificant’ and ‘precious’ mean nothing — there are no words here, no meanings. i rather like it here.
i don’t always approve of the way we try to attach meaning to everything. i hate the way we sometimes desperately try to tease beauty out of the ordinary, the unusual, and the chaotic. we exist and, sometimes, that’s all there’s to it.