Feb 12, 2024
This
There was no plan when this started. We simply became this. Our stories wound together like the thick cables that hold up grand suspension bridges. Holding steady across enormous chasms. Linking worlds despite the perils that lay below. Resisting the push and pull of tides. Swaying lightly as gales blast out girders, only to flex our resistance to the forces against us. This wisdom acquired is how empires of affection are created. This beauty is the origin of all great art. When I close my eyes all I can imagine is the first explosion, the one that created life. We will continue until time reaches the limits of infinity. This is just how it is. There was no plan when this started.
