You Can Imagine Evolution w/o Teleology
0                   1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24     imagine	24     the world travels on its hands and knees although it has a perfectly good ladder in the closet   the days follow on invisible string but leave some water in the kitchen   days stain the hands calluses, lies and others things left in your pockets   I don’t know the politics of walking yet, I’m taking a class in rectilinear objects   the melting of rain makes its own shapes, eroding all these things that stain the hands   the hands know the feeling of a ring, an attachment, a choice   the wrist wanders and understands a watch, an attachment, a choice   the walking makes a minute, the crawling is a different view   upwards-upwards, towards a straightness unfound and yet finding a statue   attempting a growing         From a Window, Happily   Everything can’t count as what you are looking for. Some criteria will help you decide, but that requires a thought out process of analysis. Oftentimes, we just, how do you say, go with our instincts. Not that we sway in the wind, no, but we don’t necessarily fight the gusts either. We have minds and quite a bit of pride in them. We have words too, privileged ones and ordinary ones as well. We scratch them out and replace gestures with them gradually. But mainly, we’re like airplanes that appear to be taking off from the moon, but which are actually just blocking the view.
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