Sandbox

We exist as children in a sandbox. We toy with the sand, move it about, create castles and moats, tunnels and bridges, space installations and moon bases. But alas, they are all but sand; subject to the dousing of our own malfeasance, returning them to their original state as nondescript and common, integral mounds of the universe. What we call creation is rather transformation. What we see as sudden materialization is rather coagulation. We cannot fabricate but with the limited selection in infinite supply of pieces preexisting in this place. We are children in a sandbox.

Current Mood: Tired

Listening To: Nothing