This is consciousness. — chiknsld
This is consciousness.
— chiknsld
Correction: This is consciousness of despair.
Your tiny light is, in fact, sun and cotillion - perhaps "a multitude in transports of joy."* Get to that joy.
In infinite darkness, it may be wise to deprioritize the brain in favor of the hand. Every organ has its season. To paraphrase Dante - rapt in the womb of his golden archefaunaflora: "Gotta till the earth if you want a rose."**
*Samuel Beckett
**The Indigo Girls — ZzzoneiroCosm
Beloved how I love, how I love
To see things through the magic of your eyes
To share things that make your spirit rise up
But try as I might, and try as I may
I can't see anything.
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