Facing the abyss the deep crevasse that runs down the length of time into infinity and beyond. The looming sense of separation that entrances and awaits us. The eternity of life with the loss of the loved and past betrothed. Consequences cannot be stopped and or foretold but whatever because we we live forever. don’t you see how that but for a moment that this would be the most desired the hirings and firings and money and other things would become inconvenient and unnecessary. Why have anything when all you have to do to be happy is sing maybe play a little piano and know everything of the universe, unable to die like the memories you would hold. That is a dream. You would not need to dream.
You could live your dreams a thousand times over you correct your life and make it wrong again. You could return round and round full circle like a circle. Like the tyres of the bicycle when you the normal person can be arsed bothered wary enough to use it. They keep going round and so they can like a spinning top spinning into oblivion spinning so fast to exude energy and force spinning its way through matter and what matter you cannot die. Head for the centre of the earth. Head for the technology head for the education head for space head for eternal glory and power and then deliberately lose it all. Who would care what does it matter. And how can light dark sun or rain change this. Emotions are not facts. The facts will always remain still. That is a dream state. The state of you. On top of the world.
You can be whatever you want to be there because no one can reach you.. Hide it Er…. no way. Shout it from the top of Everest and make it reverberate deep into woods and caves into the depths of space and through and beyond the black holes that you would discover on trips beyond a childs imagination. The child dreams of extortionate desserts and grasps the idea of building blocks and colours going outside the lines. The child complains there isn’t enough chocolate well that can be remedied I never hear a whine about the state of government. Never whispers from his mouth never even enters the brain. As a child it all just comes and goes. Is that how it is for you my eternal friends that do not know me. The friends I wish I could join in memorandum and addendums and fantasy stories. To live of life is a small price to pay in this world. It is probably the least inhumane crime I can determine. No problems with you my solid everlasting beings of life and death. I shall one day join you I hope. Who knows. They may make a pill. Now that’s a dream. A dream worth having. The everlasting pill.
