The star's are eternal, yet last less than a moment, we are consensus atoms, lost to the flow of what was and what will be. The world is black-yet white and all the colours lay in between.
There is no good, for there is no evil. Only consequence. The world is art. A peace, destroyed by greed and waisted efforts.
The universe is vast, like the four pointed triangle... like a circle there are infinite corners, yet non at all. True beauty is in the ever changing yet ever consistent.
For the world is broken as it is fixed.
~Iochi Sorra Umai~
