World: Otherwise

Everlasting abundance creates a void. You can feel it. Look at all the things that surround you. Scan the place you inhabit. Try to enumerate the artefacts you collected over time; feel the sheer weight of it. Now focus on your inner space. Ignore the opinions and assumptions. Just let the void stare at you. It’s your void – yours alone.

It grows with every compensatory act of yours, feasts on it and indulges on every countermeasure you take. It lacks substance but is substantial. It is empty but drags you down as soon as you let it cross your eyes.

It’s like a hologram touching a hologram. Folding and folding at a constant pace. The surface is so vast that it is endless. It has no dimensions at all but projects itself with uncountable dimensionality. Scratching on your persona(s) from the inside, forcing you to contain it.

Cover it, cover it now! You will still feel it lurking under the cover. It won’t stare at you any longer, no. Yet, it is there, below and barren. Talk to your deity if it consoles you.

Hat man bemerkt, dass im Himmel alle interessanten Menschen fehlen? –Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

We reached this point with open eyes. The way is still paved with good intentions that cover the absence of universal truth.

When did the stars drop? This world is strangely otherwise!