A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…
Category: Existence
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Different. Same…
Different.
But the same.
The story of our life.
The story of the cosmos itself.
Look at the raging sea.
It is the same as the river underneath your feet.
Walk into the river.
It is not the same as yesterday.
And yet you know it is.
What is the meaning of change, if not to deny itself and let you be?
Wet. Dry.
Still here.
How can you talk about the storm while standing below a tree?
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Accepting Me…
Humans trying to make robots more humane.
So that they accept them.
For we can only accept what is similar to us.
Walk down the road.
Failing to ask the simplest of questions.
I have accepted the cosmos.
(But has the cosmos accepted me?)
Poetic Philosophy 