On the edge of the Grand Existential Canyon we sit, minds dangling over the cliff,
Burning* millions upon millions of our cellular bodies, daily, like endless money,
Feeling grand as ever, as if we were rich (and we are (we just don’t know it yet (but we will (eventually)))).
*metabolism is a slow cellular fire
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