Death. Death, death, death, death. Anyway, Death is the Nothing that stops us from feeling the Everything forever and ever, because the Ever is something that we cannot understand. And i like that idea. I like the concept that in some workshop at the end of some billionth bottle universe from now because they can never just have these things in the centre, the Genesis of our reality sits crafting every single idea that will douse it with this boiling hot everything and feeling and awareness and senses, and it strings together a line that it likes the shape of, and it lays it along like an arts and crafts project, and he hums to himself, maybe a tune that we've yet to invent, maybe one that he made up himself but it's not very good, because damn it, it can build universes from scratch and form the very understanding that we use to have a universe, but it just can't quite write a good tune. [actually that's a lie, it can definitely make music] And it hums, and it builds decay, and it's bittersweet, it knows we won't be happy, but perhaps we'll thank it in the end, it thinks. Or we won't, but under those theoretical conditions...And that's all just an idea, and it's one of infinite, so maybe the "Genesis" has infinite forms. And when we go to the nothing, and 3, 2, 1, and school's out for summer, and on the metaphorical plane that just exists here, We're sailing along across that nothing into oblivion, but at oblivion, but also we will never reach oblivion. Because oblivion is all we are now, but that's not awful, or scary, it's just different.
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Saggistica"Remember you have to die. You have to, or Life will all be for naught." One night a while ago i sat thinking about Death, in the least morbid way possible. This was the collection of thoughts and ramblings i had on the topic, wrapped in a "relative...
