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Everything moves in a chain reaction. Nature sends things hurtling every which way. It shapes things and then rips them apart again. It lets something sit peacefully for long periods of time and then incinerates it. Every single insignificant movement of every component of matter determines the course of countless more insignificant movements until the end of everything. This whole charade is fruitless and for the most part, rather lethargic. Volcanoes could give a fuck less about their eruptions.
Hello there. You are a living thing and you are presently hurtling every which way. You have been thrown to the ground and lifted off your feet. You're like a plastic bag in the hurricane winds. You are another thing of this universe and you have no choice but to move in accord with this chain reaction. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The present, the time we all exist in, is the product of input and the origin of output. As living things, we see what leads to the present and see what emerges from it. Emotional stimulation and emotional reaction. In and Out. This doesn't exist outside the chain reaction but it changes the nature of it. Instead of being hurtled every which way, we are dancing. One dances to music and music is an emotional thing. We bounce, kill, sob, ascend, stampede, and try our best to stay still. Then we die and we are in equilibrium with marbles yet again. I fancy a good dance but it must be remembered that what we dance to isn't the stuff of greek after-parties. We are still hurtling every which way. Consider how energetic you are right now compared to how infinitely pooped you'll be in 111 years. The songs in life that make you want to smother sunflowers with steaming, fungal toad entrails and then rip your teeth out should be cherished like the songs in life that make you want to kiss peacocks on the clouds above a glittering, Crayola® sea. I love all of you in a way so profound that it makes my calves hurt. That even goes for people who frustrate and even enrage the hell out of me because they make me dance just the same. When the meteor hits, I'll probably scream in terror, but I love the sound of screams. They make me often imagine gargantuan pigeon feathers flying in a martian blizzard. What do you hear in screams?