What if Oblivion meant Immortality?

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What if

Every strand of thought or emotion

That has ever breathed in the zesty zephyr of reality

Unbeknownst to us, traversed

Through the wormholes of time

Into Prisons

Of Oblivion?

Every childhood memory of a forgotten sailor,

Every trail walked by a lone shepherd,

Every blossom of a now extinct flower,

Every colour and pattern in the canvas of space and time;

Painted by nebulas, stars,

Winds, sands,

Leaves, rain,

Smells, sounds and love.

And we, our creations, our stories,

Our structures, our beings and our entirety.

All of it; destined to survive In unfilled cells spanning the eons.

Yet once it all enters;

There can be no change.

A static

Frozen

Timeless

Existence.

If so, it births purpose to existence

To create a reality worth eternity,

And to live and feel and drench in every moment and emotion.