And I always thought that the simplest words
Must be enough. That when I say how things are
Everyone’s heart must be torn to shreds. –Bertolt Brecht
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So we ask, what’s the point? Who cares? And this is where it’s hard to explain, to justify. Very good haiku, and excellent microfiction, they bloom in the mind, you read them and a rose of apprehension spreads through the head, across the synaptic spaces. Their meaninglessness opens up possibility, a grasp of chance and luck that is nearly impossible to explain. It’s a view of the void that is filled brim-full with nothing, like the spaces left out of a sculpture, the women of Henry Moore. It’s nothing, nothing at all. It’s a chrysanthemum blooming, two people arguing about a dog. –Joseph Young
There’s no doubt a deep psychological explanation for the fascination of the hole. –Henry Moore
