Don’t you want to say of yourself: I did a good thing? Don’t you want to do something good. Something salvific? Don’t you want to save someone?
Save who?
Don’t you want to be able to say, I did a good thing?
What good thing? What’s good anyway?
Something you couldn’t be confused about. Something filled with light. That was what it was and nothing else. Something simple – vast and simple. That could not be confused for anything else.
Do you believe in that: goodness? Do you believe that there’s actually something you could Do, capital D? To, like, correct things. To put things right. Because things aren’t what they’re supposed to be.
What if there’s no putting right? What if it’s not going to get any better?
Work in Progress 