pic by mark ulyseas

We live a temporary existence.
Aping and aspiring to all that we admire
In the never ending stream of daydreams, intoxica, erotica and hysteria.
Esoteria being the spice that makes living palatable.
All this is blended in a medium of perceived or warped reality.

We live on spaceship Earth, hurtling through Time.
Our lives are not even a blip on the Universal screen.
Yet we assume we know the purpose of our existence and Will of our God.

Nothing belongs to us.
Not even our souls.

So why do we bother killing each other for our Faith?

When this temporary existence
ends in the vortex of the Universal Refuse Bin.

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