Wednesday, September 21, 2016

The Countdown


Life is a countdown. 
Being 
    is a countdown… 
         one that neither oppression 
      nor sacrifice 
can ever stop, 
not before it has run its course. 
And it will run its course, like all countdowns. 

All things are ephemeral, even time. 
It grinds on piously, studiously… to its end. 
And through its ups and downs, and its turnarounds 
it vainly searches for meaning, 
and finds none… 
none beyond itself. 

We are time… encapsulated. 
Hence, we are its meaning... 

Or 

we are nothing.



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