Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, September 12, 2019

9.12

I squish ants. I comprehend that it is unintentional. I understand that it is meaningless. I function as though it doesn't matter.
But destroying a life feels wrong. But life is merely a complex amalgam of chance events no more meaningful than a series of interconnected switching networks. But life is rare, and rare is precious.

I want to reduce entropy.
I want also to unsquish that ant.

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