thinking about this mysterious 2,000-year old ancient gnostic poem discovered in the egyptian desert in 1945, hidden for centuries in a buried jar. it was titled “ⲧⲉⲃⲣⲟⲛⲧⲏ: ⲛⲟⲩⲥ ⲛ̄ⲧⲉⲗⲉⲓⲟⲥ” and it’s narrated by a divine entity speaking in paradoxical opposites.
my worst fear abt having kids is not having to raise a good beautiful human being and hoping they take the love i give them and put it into the world in whatever way they express but loading and unloading them when going to the grocery store :/