#especially as an Aromantic person and a nihilist

[chaos-cubed]

The world, the universe, is not a person

It has no contempt, but also no compassion, no love, no joy

And yet,

When you spend time with your friends

When you eat some really good food

When you engage in your favorite hobby

When you step outside and gaze upon the lush greenery, the endless amount of unique creatures, the stunningly beautiful sky

It seems like, just maybe, it really is there

But it’s not coming from some faceless conglomerate of distant galaxies

That kindness, that love, that joy

It’s pouring into us from every person, every organism, every atom in the universe

A billion little glimmers in the night sky

The things we feel are not from the masterpiece

They are from every spec of paint

Every clump of clay

Every pencil stroke

Working in a glorious harmony

So that when we think of all the joys that they bring us, we feel we must credit the whole work of art

So that not one little fraction of it is left uncredited