We keep asking what the world is made of at the bottom — as if being came in a stack, with some things more real than others. But take a quark apart, or consciousness itself, and there's no pebble left in your hand: nothing but relation, all the way down. A slow night that runs that one thought — nothing is fundamental but the relating — through the hunger for something more, through the strangest report we have of a mind wide awake, and out the far side into an ordinary, impossible human choice.
Written and narrated for sleep by Dr. Benjamin Outram. Sleepy Speculations.