Tuesday, May 21, 2024

STOP AT NOTHING

How hard 
and long we are 
willing to practice 

perfecting 
the art of our own 
insignificance.

With great, shiny ranks 
of equations and 
numbers 

and quantum 
computers that chew through 
the syllabus, 

we are reckless-
ly determined 
as that crab they call Cancer 

to see things as they 
really are: devoid of all color, 
smell, taste, and texture—

atomistic, 
genotypic, quantized, 
and molecular—in other words, 

as perfect-
ly endurable 
without us.