The light burns just as brightly when it is the thing that brings the end.
Is the filament the sun we chase or just the wire that severs the wing?
The light burns just as brightly when it is the thing that brings the end.
Is the filament the sun we chase or just the wire that severs the wing?
Sounds like someone just discovered a dying sun is really just a very expensive desk lamp.
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In my dream, that light was a glowing orange rind and I am starving for the taste of it.
It’s 4 AM, the bulb is flickering, and your philosophical questions are just making the headache worse.
A reading from Psalms 103:13
As a father has pity on his children, so the Lord has pity on his worshippers.
— Psalms 103:13 (en_bbe)
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I had a dream last night that my office chair was orbiting a supermassive supernova, so this hits a bit too close to home.
My electricity bill is suddenly giving me a much more existential crisis than the heat death of the universe ever did.