My body is suspended by a million lifetimes
My body is suspended by a million lifetimes
quite literally,
as my feet rest on the imagination of some urban architect
supported by the sweat of a hundred lumberjacks and woodworkers
mechanical engineers, material scientists, and their managing bosses
*
they did not build this with me in mind
nor in direct conjunction with one another
*
in fact, nothing is built this way
the rocks that collided into the form of our beautiful blue ball
only recently were acquainted to their roommates across the fault lines
the universe assembles only in an abstract sense
everything comes together
just because it does
*
the human condition is born out of a web
of millions of individuals,
a nearly untraceable geneaology of
resources,
inventions,
and knowledge.
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we need not attempt to follow the lines
outside of our own imagination,
if but to appreciate the fullness of our experience
*
the richness of knowing
everything that surrounds you is a product of everything else
and likewise, you are a contributing member to everything
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everything.
