Space

Space is a place, not a void. It has a continuous structure interlaced with time. This structure causes causality itself, whose recent machinations have produced me and my pen. In that order. 

An algorithm embedded in my DNA has been manifested through spacetime as a body of flesh and blood whose interaction with the manifestations of other codes have positioned neurons in such an arrangement that they themselves can produce the written code that is currently interacting with your own neurons.

Thank you for letting me inside of this space which has its own structure, woven like a dreamcatcher so that time itself can be caught and admired in the form of small gems called moments which can then be stored as memories, not strung like beads on a necklace, but scattered like stars in the sky so that we mostly see the brightest and the closest, but even the space in between them is not empty.

Space is a place like a blank page. We are pens filled with the ink of our experiences which we spill in this space so that we can bring them to life in the space behind other people’s eyes like a shared vision and it is no less a miracle than consciousness itself with is the primary component of the space behind all of the bosons and fermions which make this fever dream of flesh and energy feel so firm and rigid and unrelenting like furniture designed to look at rather than sit upon because comfort comes from the space in the cushion and that’s why it’s important to meditate so that you can find that space and contemplate its very nature. It’s our nature.