11/25/2019

Shapes

Our lives carve shapes in the universe. We fill shapes over time. We are shapes.

What is the shape of a given moment? Of a life?

Deep time tells us that we can never fully appreciate the shape of a thing, for it will grow and change again and again, carved by glaciers, flattened by stone.

Perhaps the greatest shape of all is the one that refuses containment. Breathe in.

Breathe out.


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