Even that, we can't be for sure especially when there is a theory in maths that states two parallel lines will meet in a very long run.
I don't give a hoot about all that. As far as I know, I am living my own fantasy. So hail Sparta 4964. It exists in my consciousness. As long as I can imagine it, the vision is already real to me.
There is no need for dissonance. I just walk through what comes may. In the end, I will leave all this behind, and as a warrior, I walk alone. Might as well enjoy this stroll from the very beginning.
I write as I see it. I don't even need a companion. My companion is the whole CCC. Here I have a wealth of items I can call friends. I just write, write, and write. Without the concern of the consequences.
This is life. As much as I love life, I love death more. Imagine, it is a transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly. Surely it is more exciting to die. Even NDEs are suggesting that death is more pleasant. It is worth considering.
In the meantime, I just stay put and mark time. That is the best I can do. Find the right model for survival and move on from there. That I did. My model is a scavenger. Not prey or predator but something in between. A more likely description is a Domestic Rat.
What can I ask for? This is a good life. I can't complain. I had it good.
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