I cannot help but be reminded that if you stare into the void, it stares back. The measure of a person is taken by their ability to receive that black and cold gaze without flinching.
What is meaning? It is whatever we create it to be. We share it. We bleed it. We sweat it. We jizz it out (is that okay to say?). Meaning is the dance floor upon which we all interact. We swim in each other’s meaning.
In the end, it is at once both the empty void, and the glorious symphony of life and love. The center CAN hold! [ode to Yeats]
I cannot help but be reminded that if you stare into the void, it stares back. The measure of a person is taken by their ability to receive that black and cold gaze without flinching.
What is meaning? It is whatever we create it to be. We share it. We bleed it. We sweat it. We jizz it out (is that okay to say?). Meaning is the dance floor upon which we all interact. We swim in each other’s meaning.
In the end, it is at once both the empty void, and the glorious symphony of life and love. The center CAN hold! [ode to Yeats]
Beautiful. Great stuff. Thank you for reading my words and thank you so much for your poignant reply. Thank you.