Oh, this twisting leviathan deep in my chest; to think over the moon and the stars and the dust and what the structures of math tell us and god this tearing that's so foreign in the face of this cold machine and what the hell is life, this duality of calculated mechanism and incomprehensible life force. And this feeling is a thousand years old at least, or more. Fear and pain in animal eyes, it has been with us so long, and where is the origin? Where is the consciousness threshold in which a creature submits to these permeating burdens?
Is there a sadness in the fish as he probes the sides of his tank?
What does sadness feel like to a chemical?
Is there a sadness among the cells when an adjacent cell dies?
I want to know the origin of sadness.
Come back to me.
