Transcendent -
beyond or above the range of normal or merely physical human experience
I guess I just like the idea that there is stuff beyond me.
Objects and beings and beauty that I cannot begin to comprehend.
My mind, limited by its humanity.
I like the way it rolls of the tongue
and off the corners of my consciousness.
I like the way it makes my toes grow cold
as my mind careens forward, trying to catch up
to something, anything, that I will never know
Oddly, I like how it makes me competitive
I like how it makes me want to leave my mark
despite how small this world might be
despite how insignificant I am, despite, despite, despite
Maybe I just like the way it makes me hope
for new sciences to be discovered,
new solutions for the pain and sadness that consume our
brief little lives.
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