I have just a few things, and that is fine.
I wouldn't want more.
Things pull me into dependency.
New experiences are mirrors, wherein
I forget myself,
I forget you,
and eventually
even the reason for forgetting.
Only my thoughts remain.
It is like closing my eyes, wherein
I perceive something beautiful:
the objects in the room and the air,
between them, and
my bodyThey
are the same.
Except for the light, which has no mass.
And I am still there.
I think, breathe and smile.
No tricks,
no spiritualism,
no meditation, no illusions.
Just matter.
I should never forget what it means—
We are from quarks' jiggling,
me,
you,
the air between us,
the thought in my head,
everything.
This is the most beautiful thing.
And the questions of
ontology,
philosophical content,
purpose,
epistemology,
religion,
goals
do not arise until tomorrow.
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