This brilliant poem on absurdity

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Imaginary Number by Vijay Seshadri

The mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
is not big and is not small.
Big and small are

comparative categories, and to what
could the mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
be compared?

Consciousness observes and is appeased.
The soul scrambles across the screes.
The soul,

like the square root of minus 1,
is an impossibility that has its uses.

– By Vijay Seshadri, Pulitzer Prize Winner

Open the window, let it in

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One day you’re driving toward the sunset, and you realize…all you have to do is open the window and let it in.