New year on. Comings and goings.
The usual suspects.
The standard sighs.
All of a once and awhile.
Small time for long ages.
Casting lines in murky water.
Every moment hurrying
towards its forgetting.
Simple discussions. Glances.
Nods and waves.
We begin again again.
Tracing empty memories
in unknown colors
under warming skies.
Always and never 'til
back and forth.
Were there armies poised
or shores ahead?
Explore. Expire.
Suddenly the air will soften
and edges mire.
Leading into fog
and trusting echoes.
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About Me
- Skepticus
- Sometimes gracefully aging curmudgeon. I consider science to be a natural activity born of curiosity, and the universe to be wholly material, and nature to be understandable, although total understanding will be unattainable due to the horizon of our lifetime, even all our lifetimes. The human senses are woefully inadequate- we've only really come to understand the motions and events in this universe because we've invented others. Religion is a tired and exploitive result of stagnation and feudalism. Gods are refutations of curiosity and thus refutations of humanity. Babel is the default. Art is not science. (And for all of this I can only be grateful to the Random Quanta, if I'm going to be grateful at all.) Basically, I'm an aristotelian omnivore.