Grief- but love yet.

[V3INZ]

Nothing can grieve enough in time to make up for every every every that has passed. Perhaps it would have been better to have never existed at all. To leave the apple unplucked? We can plant a new tree but nothing can undo every every every that is. Mending cannot reduce the break in how it happened.
Every cell I have buzzes and has buzzed and will buzz.
Oh Cioran! Do we see the same scene from our window? Have we seen the same the sputter in flesh?
Liberate me so- but keep me here with my lands and love. I yearn for when the earth expanded as if it could never end, one beast untouched by the concrete tourniquets on our branching love.
I am we and we are every drop in every place of this river.
I tell you dear namuhs, I have cracked time and it was never hidden, it was never secret. In my sleep as a child terror would strike me, no threat, but a truth so immense that I could not see it all at once. I would just cry.
Now I cannot cry because I know it would never end.
UNITS tell us lies---that something can start, that something can end, and that it can be made up of segments. It is every every every bit there every every every bit down in every every every direction.
Nothing can begin and nothing can end.
I cannot grieve this suffering, I already have.
I tell you all, be kind, be loving, be compassionate.
Have empathy for the destroyed, have empathy for the destroyer; have empathy for the created, have empathy for the creator; have empathy for the fallen soldier, have empathy for the killing soldier; have empathy for the terrorized, have empathy for the terrorist; have empathy because every every every bit of it matters and lasts. It is not easy but have empathy and compassion for every every every.
-Love, El
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