worlds in space

our lives play out in contingent space.

contingent on the random. we are at its mercy. 

what we are is dealt to us. what happens to us, we have input of course, but so much of that is dealt to us.

what, then, should we print upon the history of the world? not history the study of the past, but the full story, the totality of all that ever happens.

we print 'this is me'. i was given a subjective consciousness. she speaks to the world, saying 'this is me. here i am. i was here.'

to you i am just a print. to me i am a world. xx