Is there any reason to assume the universe had a beginning? The human experience has a beginning, but humans are mere physical consequences. Is the universe really eternal? Thoughts, anyone?

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Root Cellar

Root Cellar by Theodore Roethke

Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

You make yourself look tall in your photos, but I know you're not. I know you're my size. You can't hide it; I've seen proof.

I resign to the fact that I will never meet you, now come on, Kierkegaard...

"I don't believe in love anymore."
"What? Why not?"
"It's stupid! It's hopeless. It's all so hopeless."
"Well, I don't think it's hopeless."
"Okay, well, think about yourself. Think about your flaws, everything about you that you hate."
"Hey! I'm perfectly content with who I am. I mean, everyone's hum-"
"Everyone hates themselves. Everyone wishes they were different."
"......"
"Now imagine you're in 'love.' That person hates himself, you hate yourself, and you're supposed to love each other? Give me a break. We're all so fragile, bound to break and fall apart. That's why love is hopeless."

I've been alone this whole time.

Dragging Afloat

You're smiling like you're happy, but you're really smothered and hopeless, worried of being alone for the rest of your life. Know that I'd take you and your thoughts and your aberrant moods... I would take you and be with you and talk about confusion and purpose. I'd show you my darkness, and I'd look into yours, and if we couldn't find any light around us... I suppose I'd hold your hand.