At one point in the history of the world, the continents were just one continent made up of many different tectonic plates. Actually, it seems that this happened at various moments in time; moreover, that the history of this planet is nothing more than the endless coming together and breaking apart of giant masses of land; only it isn’t endless, because it started at some point, and at some point our star—The Sun, which is a great name, I think—supposedly will die or will eat us, and this planet will not exist as anything more than matter, which exists forever. As far as we know. I mean, I don’t know if matter exists forever; that is not a thing that a person can know. It sounds right to me. I feel the truth of it someplace in my body, which is where one feels. And yet. Continue reading
