ruinedbyproxy

There was something unmanagingly deep about the way my dog sighed. The way he gave me a sidelong glance before doing so. The way he seemed to contemplate as I talked on the phone, knowing that he’d never understand. The way he perked and heaved himself up and bumbled over to me anyway when called, unquestioning in his trust. That trust was total. It was earned by witnessing me – something so obviously, staggeringly capable – choosing to be gentle. That sigh communicated a distance between us vaster than the stars.

>be god >be lonely >meditate eternally as the entirety of everything all the time >repeatedly try to fall asleep but keep waking up as life >see yourself from the eyes of countless organisms >woah

"Hydrogen is a light, odorless gas which, given enough time, turns into people." - Edward R HarrisonWe are pieces in an unbroken chain that goes back to a scattered cloud of hydrogen, and the unthinkable amount of solar generations hence, each one a dice roll that peeked at our inevitability. For as sure as we exist to say so, we were in fact inevitable. It was only a matter of time.And even before hydrogen. The quarks, the gluons. The tethers of energetic forces piecing themselves together from a voidless void perpetually filling itself with the only patterns capable of being patterns at all. An infinitude of pure potentiality.We're not h...