Something Worthwhile

 We are young. Human beings. Whether or not we advance into a higher form of life, this is true. We are young. The universe is ancient. Older than we can imagine, likely more complicated and unknowable than we can use language to fathom. And what a thing language is. What movement, this. What emergence. 

To dwell in the mystery feels like a good use of time. 

To jot down samples, observations of the mystery feels like a good use of time. 

To think about spaces, creating other forms of spaces, for others to join in the mystery, consider the mystery, appreciate the mystery, even to notice the mystery. That feels like a good use of time. 

We are young. Those of us who jot down ideas. Literature. Language is young. It will change, it will transform. It already has. Through technology. Through social media. Networks. Through entertainment, it has changed. And it is to be more than we know, more than it is. 

Think of the internet, in its shape, in its iterations. It will change in ways we can't imagine yet. 

But we can begin to imagine them. 

There is destruction, there is poverty, there is suffering. 

There is suffering. 

There are ways to alleviate suffering. 

This is one way, this jotting down, this noticing, this encouragement of others' noticing. 

We are young. There is time. These are our tools, these screens and keyboards and networks. 

Maybe we can build something worthwhile. What else is there to do, but this. 

Let's build something worthwhile.