Category: My Writing

gazing into the abyss

The trick with gazing into the void is to pick the right void in the first place.

I wouldn’t advise the night sky, for instance. There’s too many stars pulsing up there, lighthouses trying to catch your eye, trying to save you from your foolishness. Even if you could peer past their spidersilk weaving, the void is so very big and deep, wrapped all the way around the world and stretching out far beyond the moon, that it would take an awfully long time to notice you. You might not live long enough.

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keep breathing

A point is that which has no part, a line is breadthless length. There is a theoretical thought where parallel lines meet, and the angle of a circle to the perpendicular of its diameter is less than a right angle and greater than everything else. Nature is an intrinsic principle of motion, and luck an accidental cause. Gilgamesh is the first epic story we have record of, and mankind was already grappling with glory and death, already keenly aware that we are and are not something more than dust on the wind. God wrote the world word by shining word but every step we make is mortal choice.

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Get up.

Here’s what it is, being human: you fall. Again, and again, and again, until your skin is purple and violet and ugly green, until your knees are sticky with blood and there’s gravel ground into your palms, until every time you hit the ground it empties your lungs.

But- wait. Here’s what it is, being human: you get up. And get up, and get up, and get up, until every muscle screams, until it becomes a given/certainty/inevitable, until you’ve drained the dregs of strength and there’s nothing left and still. Get up.

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