Poetic Philosophy

Being the same.

Being different.

At the end, if you look really close, you will find that everything is different from everything else. And in such a cosmos, full of chaos and change, there would be nothing to see.

Nothing to feel or think of.

In such a cosmos all you could do is create new things.

Or destroy everything that there is.

How weird.

(Aren’t you scared?)

Everything has already been…