This is where the joy lives
this uselessness is what I am
All of it
I am foolish
to imprint meaning
essentiality is impossible
even if I can perceive all of the infinite dimensions which I am part of
I still will be a piece of this all
a wondrous junkyard of meaningless potentiality
I respect in this parade
somehow my uselessness in no way cancels out this respect
nor does it offer a malignant licence to destroy
A useless machine by Jean Tinguely
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