Singularity’s Heart

jwhhobbs22

Jan 10, 2025

1 min read

The universe does not

Coalesce into a core

A pointed singularity

But a Heart

Beating, bleeding

Welling and overflowing with

The passions and emotions

Cares and ideas

That weave and thread

Articulate our animal existences

To the heights of Form and idea

Are as far from cold

As a summer forest

What lies within

And the deepest point

Under the quarks

And at the macro scale

Has more than brain and bone

Just as we do

When flowing, unthinking

Most gifted to see our excellence as such

For existence without love of self and life

Is as dead a lie as irradiated atmosphere.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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