Offer it Up

All our lives, gathered up, waiting to be offered.

Offered to what?

I don’t know – just offered up. To the cause.

To what cause?

Of embracing Futility, capital F. Our Fate, or whatever … Our Fatelessness … Our pointlessness.

 

All we can do is gather up all the futility – all these failed days – and offer it up.

Everything botched. All the blind alleys. All the mediocre stuff. We just need to offer it up. To abandon it. Not to try and make anything of it.