Our language, our verb tenses, essential to our survival, are false idols, false, based on everything we understand about the universe, about the reality in which we live and are.
…if you don’t like the line in which you find yourself standing, don’t fall.
I dare you to prove me wrong, universe.
It’s the most widespread and widely accepted strawman in the history of the species.
Pretend for a moment that our human perspectives were of two dimensions instead of three…
Hate kept us alive, and now it’s killing us.
Rename the universe. Name it as an author might a science-fiction planet. “Arathon 4…”
“Let’s see if you were right…” The illogic behind every reveal in the show.
If it all weren’t so endless, this and this would more obviously be from our time machine, which by this second makes seconds so easily…
We each take a breath while dictionaries topple to the fresh, concrete floor. Push them aside. We’ll continue to tour yours.