Dead
Deadness, deadness, somethingness, nothingness.
She says without any hesitation.
It’s dead.
Now what?
That’s dead too.
There’s nothing for you here, except moving beyond what’s already dead.
There’s something in all the nothing you have, even if it’s nothing but space.
Space gives you room to operate.
What are you not seeing?
Space gives you perspective.
Your blind spot will remain as long as you remain.
Kill yourself and whatever that’s holding you down will die too.
Everything beyond that is past the past.
Deadness, deadness, whatever, this is what’s left.
And if it’s not dead ask yourself do I need to kill it?
Omit the useless.
If it’s dead its sunk cost.
If it’s not dead it needs to be killed.
Be ruthless, without hesitation, like her.
Don’t dive after what’s dead, you’ll end up drowning trying to resuscitate a corpse.
No amount of advanced CPR or state of the art ECMO can change that level of molecular entropy.
Ask yourself is it dead?
She will tell you, but only always.
And without pause.
She moves like nothing bothers her, cause’ she won’t carry the dead.
Never have, never will.
Take note.
Deadness, deadness, meaningless, forwardness.
Never backward.
She says,
It’s dead, what are you waiting for?
If it is: pay no attention, if it’s not – kill it.
Beyond what’s dead there’s nothing but forward movement.
Nothingness creates nothing that can weigh you down and your movement becomes less impeded.
Deadness, deadness, weightlessness, movement with less friction.
But getting there might require some amount of friction.
Like writing and re-reading these 300 word pieces.
Anyway.
It’s dead, it can’t be more dead, if it was anymore dead it would be soil.
Now what?
Deadness, deadness, nothingness.
And the space from which to operate.
What are you not seeing?