Cosmic is a word I have used in the
It is not a word I like to use; A
it seems grandiose, somehow, preten-
tious, I suppose— and I do not
like to think of myself as a preten-
tious person.
Life is cosmic, and so is death,
these two substances which are noth-
ing, and which are yet the essence
of everything we are.
I won’t ask, What are we? For obv-
ious reasons, I think (see previous
note on pretentiousness).
We are filled with these two substa-
nees, life, death; the former yet
latent and the latter manifest, for
now.
I won’t answer your question: what
are these *substances* which have no
physical form? How can a *thing* have
existence, without boundary or qua-
ntityg? How can…
But I tire of this; leave me now,
please. It is late and I would sleep.