so the pattern is that I’ve run away from the people that it’s cost too much to love over and over
people whose deaths are too painful an embrace
so I ask at what point did God decide that He was a God of love was it when He split Himself and thus rendered up a world for self-consumption
for inevitable destruction and re-absorption into the cosmic whole it’s not that the universe is expanding that scares me it’s the possibility that each universe is just like a single cell jostling for space in a much larger
