Something bad’s happening. Something vast and bad. There are evil forces. Do you believe that?
Yes.
Or maybe good forces … I don’t know which.
It’s like we’ve been drugged. Like we’ve been stunned. Like we’ve been dealt blows to the head.
Something’s Happened, capital H, but it’s too vast to notice. Something at the level of … the cosmos.
Maybe it began a long time ago, and is still playing out. Maybe it’s really yet to happen. Who knows? And who knows what the repercussions are, and where it will all lead. Who know where it will take us.
Maybe it doesn’t concern us – it’s too vast. I know it’s indifferent to us. Like some vast black hole. Like some tear in space and time. It’s indifferent to whether we’re here or not. To what the point of us is.
So it just ignores us. Maybe it’s a catastrophe. Maybe it’s a blessing. Maybe we live in the age of miracles. Or the age of disaster. Maybe we can’t tell them apart.
Vast things, philosopher. Beyond our understanding. A great, secret disaster. In space. That’s all of space, perfectly indifferent to us.
And maybe it isn’t happening. Maybe nothing’s happening. Or everything’s happening. Or both, interchangeably.
Whimsy, philosopher. This is my whimsical phase. This is my unbearable phase. I’m sure some people would find me unbearable. Because I just … say … what … I … like. And you listen. And you listen, don’t you, philosopher?
Work in Progress 