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What is this?
This thing?
This remarkable thing?
What thing?
Anything. Pick something.
A cloud of atoms.
What is it?
What is this thing?
The amount I know I don't know, contrasted with how much I tentatively do, is enough to floor me every time.
To push me to decide to leave the chair upon which I was comfortably sitting and literally lie on the floor.
The floor seems like an appropriate place to realize immense things, or look at my hands, or clutch for an object to stare at as intensely as my eyes are capable; by gods I will stare at this thing.
My eyes behest seamlessness, but my mind sees atoms contrasted against space and shown, vibrating, on a projector video to help me even begin to form a coherent comprehension of this concept of oceans upon oceans of packets of patterned energy, tinier than I am capable of imagining, networked together by axiomatically-described forces and comprising all that makes me.
This thing?
This remarkable thing?
What thing?
Anything. Pick something.
A cloud of atoms.
What is it?
What is this thing?
The amount I know I don't know, contrasted with how much I tentatively do, is enough to floor me every time.
To push me to decide to leave the chair upon which I was comfortably sitting and literally lie on the floor.
The floor seems like an appropriate place to realize immense things, or look at my hands, or clutch for an object to stare at as intensely as my eyes are capable; by gods I will stare at this thing.
My eyes behest seamlessness, but my mind sees atoms contrasted against space and shown, vibrating, on a projector video to help me even begin to form a coherent comprehension of this concept of oceans upon oceans of packets of patterned energy, tinier than I am capable of imagining, networked together by axiomatically-described forces and comprising all that makes me.
Literature
Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
Literature
Incomplete - How the table turns
Another day. It’s just. Another day. As my alarm goes off, I let out a loud PSHHT and it stops just as quickly as it started. I’ve got 5 minutes worth of tranquility before it’ll ring again. Lying on my back, like most mornings waking up, I arch it back as far as I can until I can’t physically hold it any longer and let myself fall back on the mattress. My mouth is slimy, my entire body feels tingly ; yesterday’s last glass one wine must’ve been too much. I wish I could just jump out of bed and get some water. I could just ask for Nic’s help and get a sip out of his bottle, but I want to let him sleep a few more minutes, if my alarm didn’t already wake him up, that is. Before rolling out of bed, I start with my routine exercises. Warming the shoulders up, twisting my abs, contracting muscles from the top of my head (metaphorically) down to the ones in my pelvis in quick succession. I’m already feeling better, but there’s this itch I can’t quite scratch off. I’m not even sure where
Literature
A Quiet Drive
I spoke with my cousin
About his drinking.
He thought little of it
Despite needing help—
Even in the ER,
The most he said was
‘Just some wishful thinking;
it could’ve been worse.’
“Wishful thinking,” you say?
There might not be room
For such childish thing
In your kind of life.
The inconceivable nature of nature.
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Beautiful. A demonstration of the difficulty with which we try to meld our latent scientific understanding with our natural, limited senses of the world around us. Maybe, past a certain point, we're not even meant to.