On consolation prizes

Either in action or inaction, folk become

Losing their selves in the grind that is existence

Often failing to craft someone worth becoming

Hoping to fade away—

into fulfillment.

On existence

Just a follow-up to the previous post.

The physical world exists. Every subsequent concept and abstraction is nothing but a coping mechanism.

Apes devolved into needing to imagine stuff to deal with existence, what a plot twist. No wonder there are no aliens flying about.

The abyss really is one backstaring son of a bitch huh

What do you mean you thought Interstellar was 'meh'????

All concepts are inherently imaginary. Without an observer there is no beautiful, there is no ugly, no interesting or boring, no good or bad.

Whatever concept we believe we see attached to something, is just our own projection being thrown back at us.

Reality is nothing but a mirror.

On my toes

My eyes point outward

Don't care what happens inward

I happen to things

Fix You by Jacob Collier is like an emotional surgeon pulling a heist on God's tambourine stash.