Upon the precipice of death, rests life. Fragile, it is still all we know until we know no more. Easy enough, it can return to the oblivion from whence we know not how or why we arrived. A few tears, perhaps, enough to change it all.
Tag: death
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.19.25
Via the cinders of time, the ideas arrive. But perhaps the plurality of it all is the illusion. Perhaps it is always the same quandary. The same thought, reoccurring. As old as this species, if not infinitely older. Just some other way of asking why.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.7.25
There is a dichotomy, opposing sides, currently in my mind. There is part that doesn’t wish to seem too grim. And, of course, the equal and opposite urge knows that I must be honest, and to do that, at least this evening, grim matters must be broached. So, anyway, off we go.
