I can think, but rarely of nature.I look with my back to the landscape,As if in a Claude glass. A cheat code. Ninety-nine lives,Which might as well be infiniteUnless this isn’t the first one? Nietzsche said There’s a rollicking kindness That looks like malice.I ascribe that “kindness” to fate. A breeze carries unknown pathogens,Information that […]
Source : In Nature
