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by Xaque Mar 31, 2025 category : Sadness, depression / other
In the midst of a cooling universe, we Earthlings suddenly exist, upon the crust like motionless bugs, suspended in space and time. We invent gods because physics cares not: indifferent, omniscient before spirit, unmoved by trivial calamity, neutral to normalized inhumanity, uninspired by mankind’s whimpers of resilience. As the smog of our own making thickens, erasing the final traces of natural grace and sacred place, we name ourselves significant. We, meticulous arrangements of star-born dust, severed from the spiritus umbilicus, persist— the worst of us ubiquitous. Physics cares not.