These why questions. That just open everything up. These whys that are like the whys of the universe. That are like the universe itself asking why. Where the universe – everything – asks why it is, why it was, why it will be.
Why: that’s the universe’s why. We’re asking the universe’s why. We’re asking in place of the universe. We’re asking for everything that exists. On their behalf. We’re questioning the outrage of existence. The horror of having to exist.
Maybe things like existing. Look at those gulls. They’re happy, right?
They’re just wheeling. Just going round and round. They’re mechanisms. They’re machines. They’re just nature’s dumb circling.
Work in Progress 