Dust
on the
gears.
Mechanical
reality.
Wheels
turning.
Gears
churning.
Burning.
Once in
motion
never to
stop.
Baked
into the
equation.
Formula
mixed,
designed,
inexorably
in motion.
Operationally
infinite.
Beyond
human reach,
understanding.
Dust
on the
gears.
Merely
dust
in the
machine.
Human
endeavors
great or
small.
Past.
Present.
Future.
Adrift
on a
mote,
lost in
forever.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2022 16:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
True words John, that dust of us in the Universe is so futile in the scheme of things.
Andy
More reflection on our humble state of existence might help with our perspective on what’s truly important.
Thanks for reading Andy
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