The Strangeness of the Fabric

by practicalspactical

Sitting there, watching the band play, my mind turned leftwards by bringing the outside in, magic dust, I considered being there in the now, and the book of the Renaissance Popes I am reading, and my atheism, and their belief, and what else precipitated the thought — the idea that those guys have been on stage for thirty years — & how us humans come and go, and have come and gone, for thousands of years, time without end — 

and thought again, how though I don’t believe in God, it was natural for humans to look out at the world and back at themselves, and consider and question the strangeness of the fabric– 

where we are, what we are, why we are