THE ENDINGS
Why do we surpass logic with lifeless thoughts? Each of us living liars, every spire imagined infinity. Are all these regimens nothing more than post-comatose vanities?
Man is the only creature that cooly ends the life of all others, yet fully believes in eternity for it’s own. Why? What makes them so limited, and ourselves limitless?
Cells collided; wombed consciousness coughed then kicked to this life, but was there prior thought? We have no mental habitation before our heart’s initial sewing, so will we exist after the unstitching?
I’m beginning to think not.
