Death, is but just a door to the second part of our conjoined lives,
And birth is but just the pause to our eternal existence in a world wide web of the single mind of some non-cosmic being.
It makes me think at times if we are actually anything but the imagination of someone else, or maybe someone's dream.
What if we are just chitterlings of some giant octopus, or maybe we are cheese nuggets of some super-celestial cream?
I'd love life to be that stupid. But it ain't so. And that's where I want to really scream.
And birth is but just the pause to our eternal existence in a world wide web of the single mind of some non-cosmic being.
It makes me think at times if we are actually anything but the imagination of someone else, or maybe someone's dream.
What if we are just chitterlings of some giant octopus, or maybe we are cheese nuggets of some super-celestial cream?
I'd love life to be that stupid. But it ain't so. And that's where I want to really scream.
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