You assure me,
merely expiating
one's default settings
alleviates suffering,
and that sheer
disbelief
is a lot less tenable
than uncertainty.
from now on, you'll only be
saying prayers for
money. And how I ought to
do myself a favor—
just forget about
whole world and consider
all its feelings.
For something to endure,
you hasten
to add, it needs to move slow
and be boring.
Finally, you like
to remind me: in the
Scheme of Things,
none of this even matters.
But there—I can already
hear your mistake:
Things, okay
sure. But what—Scheme?
