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i never felt like i really belonged in this reality
like something always separated me from everyone
The starry skies of the coldest spring
Tonight, I may Not fathom heaven. My eyes cannot adapt To the bright of those myriad stars To see beyond them, and question The lying emptiness, there, waiting, As anything other than Nothingness.
The sky Spoon feeds me Too much silver, and My tongue writhes in Desperate expelling, So to not speak Your name.
My second star to the right, And straight on till morning,
I no longer see The constellation we created, And I tossed the map toward our Neverland, Because I don't think I'll be flying, Anytime soon in this Hailstorm.
--- 3-5-2026, M.A. Tempels © Prompted by: @poppiesandpromises
I still can't see me
"Okay. I Died Inside. But No One Bothered to Bury Me."
— Phoenix Moon
from my e-book Emotional Roller Coaster, link in my profile.
Hello, Pluribus Fandom, I think you all should read this essay by one of my favourite Existential Philosophy Writers: Fernando Olszewski
Warning: it is nihilistic.
But as a reader, I find both terror and a strange sense of comfort in this nihilistic worldview.
The chronicle of a daring species
The discovery of comet 3I/ATLAS wasn't even its greatest achievement up to that point. Many decades earlier, the daring species, competing with itself for nothing, managed to land some of its individuals on the moon of its planet. A few decades before that, it managed to split the atom to generate energy and also to destroy the world with what it called a nuclear bomb, again competing with itself for nothing. Shortly before that, it managed to fly for the first time. This means that, in less than a century, it went from the first rudimentary flight to the moon. The audacity was becoming increasingly blatant, but it hadn't emerged there. As I said, it emerged earlier, when the daring species definitively broke with the dictates of nature, growing its own food through agriculture and animal domestication. It was there that the universe witnessed the birth of a being who was not merely confused by possessing something more than the other beings around itself—a mind—but a being determined to assert itself at any cost. This beginning was timid, yes. It still feared the thunder and the surrounding nature. To ward off its fears, it began to fantasize. It forged gods and knelt before them in apparent submission, all in exchange for a good hunt and, later, a good harvest. Over time, however, the gods created by the daring species reflected its own audacity. It no longer saw itself merely as part of the world, but as something beyond, and therefore it came to believe that the world was created by the gods so it could dominate and use as it saw fit. This was the reason why, even millennia later, when it was able to discover comet 3I/ATLAS, there were still individuals of the species who were proud of their stupidity, believing they could do whatever they pleased with their planet, because their god had given it to them as a gift to abuse without consequence. They could hunt and fish until other species became extinct, they could destroy the soil, pollute the water, the land, and the air, because they believed that God had determined they could. Nothing bad could come of it, they thought, because their minds worked believing in magic
Victoria Mortis, by Owe Zerge Once upon a time, there was a daring species that emerged on a rocky, geologically active planet with plenty o
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