Friday, April 17, 2020

Folds, Gray and Time

Finding another soul capable of inspiring that unwavering, illogical compassion can be daunting. Some are satisfied by finding what they think others think they want. In another dimension, doors, time and distance don't matter. In that reality, life and death are but insignificant points on one axis of many. The hemispheres of some infinite toroid must undoubtedly meet and match perfectly.

Dying alone has always seemed likely. Alone has been the default state of life. Even with someone, the experience of death is only experienced by the dying, anyway.

Here and now, what can be experienced, tangibly, with sensation, is all that will ever seem to matter. Beyond now, flowers have bloomed, died and fertilized the soil. Inside and above, though, they bloom eternal.