Why So Happy, Why So Sad?

Why so happy,

why so sad?

How do you even feel anything,

when everything slips

like water through trembling hands?

—

The unknowns pile like dust in corners,

settling in places you forget to clean.

No sterile truths,

no platonic absolutes,

just the liminal stretch

between one breath

and the next.

—

No revelation threads the pieces,

no whispered answer smooths the chaos.

It feels like a test,

a cosmic bait-and-switch,

but even the zealots have cracks in their logic.

Faith folds like wet paper

when pressed too hard.

—

The universe surely

runs on kink economy.

Entropy is the master,

thermodynamics the slave.

No illusions,

just the cold math

of what burns

and what remains.

—

And if knowing had no value,

we’d already know.

But clarity isn’t cheap.

And knowing isn’t necessary—

just existing,

just enduring.

—

So why so happy?

Why so sad?

The laws of motion don’t account for this.

And yet,

we still break.

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