Joshua Part 4
If I could write from the void how would it sound? Perhaps that is what we are doing now. Beauty may have no form, no real meaning... it is just our modest summation, and the silence can be deafening! Here we are waving at 'creation' with a hand we cannot see in front of our face. Here we are placing meaning to an indifferent universe, like an amoeba understanding the vastness of oceans.
We are quiet and cold, despite mighty bombs with incinerating heat, we seek refuge in safe harbours, but damned if we know how we got there... we are so easily fooled by our practical function, that we assume that narcissism is an explanation with some deep meaning.
Even a void evolves, though that would be a total paradox. We exist in the vastness of this place, but to something much larger, we're likely not a visible spot on the surface of the napkin I just used to wipe away the grin on my face. That napkin my friend, is how polite society should conduct itself, and avoid soiling thoughtful threads.
Cheque please.