Second Thoughts

It’s a good place to think. A BENCH. To mull over ideas. That’s my madness. Everywhere I look I see
patterns. Patterns are someone’s idea, someone’s creation. Order is recklessly rearranging the furniture
around us. Old buildings being replaced by new buildings. Old people dropping dead at the feet of
children. Order giving birth in the ashes of death. Order is my God. Patterns are His skin. I need a
universe in which everything makes sense. What else is consciousness for?