the floating*

when all is relative, when all is arbitrary, what has happened to meaning?

if there is no meaning to the simple and little  things, what happens to the bigger things?

the bigger things void of meaning, what happens to the big things?

when everything moves, where is peace?

(it is full moon, i know)

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*inspired by Teresa Silverthorn’s article

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