i cut off the tip of my left ring finger. it bled like a fountain, but maybe a bit less. i blamed the dull knife, but reason dictates circumstances come with facts - dull doesn’t cut it. i keep hurting myself, because i can’t acknowledge intrinsic vulnerability, despite it’s fluid consistency with temporal logic: nothing returns to its origin. Just today science told me: thanks to an inflationary universe, returning to a singularity is now impossible. But I want time backwards, that fights lost are won, and going home is conceivable. I can accept science’s inflation with the same ease i accept Jesus’ résurrection: that is to say, I don’t. I can accept evolution. Fine: nothing goes home, but nothing requires something and that requires change… I’ll wait for science to change its mind; i won’t hold my breath on Jesus.
screaming at low volumes
