A few days ago I read
“The Living are only a species of dead”.
And how special we are.
All things end, all things will pass.
And in the meantime, we do strong and beautiful
And all sort of wonders and misunderstandings
Until the moment when we get back to the nothing we always are. Were. Be.
Telling to the Uncreated – the Eternal whatever it may be – “we are here and we see you with no jealousy, no envy!”
Our finitude-infinitude makes us more than that who doesn’t ever go.
Makes us unique. Like the last second.
So, let’s not waste ourselves away, Motherfuckers.