My mind meanders like a river
through green valleys,
searching fervently for truth
in far distant places,
though I need only look as far as my heart to find both truth and delusion
too close for comfort.
One day these bones will rest in gra**, salted by the tears of my family,
serenaded by the wind,
then forgotten like last night's dream…
I'll be the harbinger of darkness.
Let me bring you the fear that can be found in a handful of dust.
What you have to realize
is that you die every single day.
When you lay your head to sleep
and everything disappears
where do you go?
how do you know?
are you sad that you have to
end it so soon?
Yes, this is the end.
Will you refuse to go back to sleep
now that you can never wake up again?
Would you have lived your last day differently?
I'll be the arbiter of time.
Our birth is nothing but our d**h begun.
What a ridiculous notion
to hold life so precious,
as if it had some intrinsic value
beyond what is important to us subjectively; instinctively.
All we can do is
enjoy the Means, End suffering,
and not dwell on these things too much.
d**h will blanket us all in the end.