And still this nagging, persistent
and seemingly permanent feeling of the temporality of life remains. It is in my
best interests that I feed off the elixir of life and nourish my soul but in my
worst interests that I starve my soul to maintain my awareness of everything?
Perhaps I will one day walk among a
forest, one with a footbridge floating over a forever serene body of water with
glowing images of many moons above me. The stars in the sky are comets, long
tear streaks on the face of the heavens for the immorality of man and his
selfishness.
The trees are softly swaying in a
gentle breeze that hits every branch on its way through an infinite cycle of
earthly motions.
And at the bottom of the sea, the
very bottom, there will be a tiny fish who is scared and alone but hopeful that
one day humanity will end so that peace may be restored to the earth.
It is maybe too much for me to assume
the heavens would not miss mankind, but for that, I am only human and my
knowledge is finite. Infinitely finite for what it is worth; a speck in the
pond of the drop of water on a leaf on a tree in a forest on a planet in a
galaxy of the heavens.
I rest.
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