Got a big black hole in your theory of everything, got places all out of focus, got things unresolved scrolling up from the bottom off into the margins.
What I mean is — there’s doubt.
There’s doubt about even that big black hole about whether it’s what you’d call real or merely a metaphor about whether it matters at all, whether even the godawful effort to figure it out can produce a result or is just another black hole for throwing your life into — as if there could ever be anything else.
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