Ah, the void

There are rogue stars, existential wanderers that stray from normal planetary systems and live all by themselves.

Ah, the void. Where would we be without it?

"We know by means of our intelligence that what the intelligence does not comprehend is more real than what it does comprehend." (Ah, Simone Weil, from whom these words are borrowed).

The striving, the striving and the great emptiness.

Infinity as juggernaut.

In another minute or two, another minute or two has passed.

Meantime, Big Cup is in the serious mountains writing 'the lyrica poems'

neuron net
vanity toes
cute skeleton

and so on.