inconceivable any time I think that it’s just too ridiculous and fantastical to believe that our souls go somewhere else when we die I remember how ridiculous and fantastical it is that we even have a soul inside these bodies of ours or a brain for that matter or working eyeballs or that we can reproduce ourselves or that there’s such a thing as oceans or the internet or hummingbirds or record players
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This is a poem from my new book WHOLE which comes out in NINETEEN days and is available for preorder NOW.
What do I believe now that I’m on the “other side” of deconstruction? Hell if I know. But it’s a lot of fun to think about. What’s something you used to “know” and now you don’t?