Touch the blade’s edge and know that it is as solid as the rolling sea, always in flux, not a continuous object but a series of incidents that happen quickly and constantly, and that it exists only because of all the things around it form a relational web, from your finger at the steel to the cold lump of zinc floating by itself at the edge of the universe, far from any starlight. Know this and still bleed.
Paddy Dobson
07th June 2021