turtles all the way down ... one on top of another to infinity ... that way the circle of nothing that almost surrounds what there is never closes ... and this is our warrant our key in the lock to keep things going forever with no questions asked ... if things had a beginning couldn't they have an end as well ... and if just once they could end wouldn't you have to worry that once might be soon ... now the hero sits on the throne ... he doesn't care ... not only about his own death he doesn't care about the loss of everything the impossibility of anything the wonder and the eternal surprise of something something at all ... lost ... and he doesn't care ... it's not an act ... it's not a pose ... he wonders why you keep bringing up the question ... truth is for him the line between is a bit fuzzy ... lots of pinprick points but put together in a line the surface they form has too many perforations the code too many exceptions ... that's just the way it is ... why do we have to talk about it ... but especially why this unseemly sense of urgency ... all this drama ... my lord and my god indeed ... the law and what's good instead for as long as it lasts ... seek pleasure avoid pain ... live until you die
herbert mccabe god matters p7; john 20:28; ruth 1:16
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