How does a mote of dust orient itself in an endless universe that stretches away to infinity in every direction, with no up or down, or right or left to guide it? We adhere to this rock spiraling through the void by the grace of gravity, but what is down to this planet we cling … Continue reading A Descent into Decay
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I suppose I drifted off there for a bit. Life is currently taffy being pulled on a hook—sometimes I'm piled on, stuck in place and frozen between layers just right on the hook, and sometimes I'm on the stretchy bit and time slips away into distance. Something I feel I need to voice is this … Continue reading 42 V
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 