haecceity
i am drawn to your haecceity. i think i see the things you consist of, and your reasons and motives. i trace their trajectories, and they lead to satisfactory conclusions.
yet i'm not god, so i do not pretend to comprehend all.
it is sufficient that i like what i understand, however little that might consist of.
but in the grand scheme of things, we are all so tiny. in space and in time, in space-time.
is it not sufficient that i like what little i understand?
i understand so little, that this little i understand of your haecceity already seems so momentous, compared to everything else.
yet i'm not god, so i do not pretend to comprehend all.
it is sufficient that i like what i understand, however little that might consist of.
but in the grand scheme of things, we are all so tiny. in space and in time, in space-time.
is it not sufficient that i like what little i understand?
i understand so little, that this little i understand of your haecceity already seems so momentous, compared to everything else.
