And I feel like there’s heart in that, and that’s what really matters.
If souls are little marbles of color, and when you’re born they’re sent spinning out into oblivion..
Fast as hell.
Round and round,,
They do these little “flashes”
Noticing.
And they pull closer to each other, and there’s gravity at play..
Round and round, connected and complex, sparks and colors flying off both marbles…
It can be dangerous, we’ve seen it a million times, Kevin Girard, Phil Hartman,,, gravity becomes,,hmm,,
Too much?
Dependent..
But on the inverse,, picture one of the marbles spinning by themselves, wounded and wobbly, bruised…light flickering…
They out there yo.
They’re under roofs and sleeping under bridges.. they are…
But they’re still spinning.
All alone, flashing into the nothingness,,
Eternity.
Just little marbles, spinning around, flashing colors…
dawn 