In the age in which all of the world's madness is unleashed, they will be waiting. In the days of humanity where we dwindle in number from our own stupidity, they will be waiting. When nature has reclaimed our cities and the animals we thought were so far below us reclaim the lands, they will be waiting. When we travel to new heights and discover new marvels, they will be waiting. When our cities reach the stars and we have surpassed what was thought possible, they will be waiting. At the ultimatum of everything, they will be waiting. They are the ones who wait and observe all, they do not hunt nor compete for anything, for they are beyond such petty things. They play us like fiddles, giving us luxuries then taking them away like a toy a toddler has not shown enough maturity to play with.
There are only a handful of ways to save the universe, and a trillion ways to end it. We are still early in our lifetimes upon this world but the fact that we are living here in the first place is nothing less than miracle. The Buried Sea is at the end of all of our ambitions, our inventions and our squabbles and destruction, The Buried Sea awaits all with infinite patience. You sit upon your blue marble in a pit of your own mediocrity. You lie on this great sphere travelling through the universe at thirty kilometers per second across a universe travelling at sixty-eight kilometers per second, and you sit here with the audacity to say that you're bored.
Do you know the meaning of life? Do you know why you were chosen to walk this world with your mortality. You were chosen to be a member of the only species in the universe conscious of your own demise. Do you believe that anything can bring you eternal happiness? Only a fool would assume eternal happiness is an achievable goal. Meaning is merely something you have to find yourself, nobody can find it for you.
