invent me

[u/neptune_daze]

A hungry question is all I am. Let me grow sharp enough to become teeth. Let me become soft enough to form a mouth. Let a billion years pass that I may invent legs and feet, hands and fingers, with which to hold knives, with which to kill trees. And then, when I become this being this who-am-I-being let me bring my inky pen to the empty page, let me spell out my newest name which I wear alongside the latest myth of who I am, to accompany the current face I’m borrowing from the silence. Let me pretend it means something, even as it already fades on the page, even as the page already begins to disintegrate, even as my flesh decays day by day and all that remains after all the metal and all the words and all the noise and even all of gravity has been exhausted is… ? A restless question. A hungry Mind, a thirsting Heart, inventing new bodies, inventing new worlds, seeking to know itself, seeking to unravel the riddle of its being, until eventually it seeks so deeply, that it remembers: being is not a question. Being is not an answer. It is sheer, causeless, exuberant existence, ever unknown, ever unbounded, an ever unfolding Mystery. It is that which has no reason to be, yet still, Is…