…the edge of the universe. We see it but we do not observe. There is no redemption for us, this is where the story ends.
Mankind has developed an internal and insular sense of thinking. We are a closed system, A stagnating pond of critical inaction from which we might never emerge into the dry land of reason and blink in the warm glow of the sun of enlightenment.
Darkness falls.
Envelops all.
You are not made of star stuff. You are formed of the same chemical sludge the dictates the primal urges of all life. Eat, Shit, Fuck. Repeat.
Eyes and minds tight shut.
Mankind slumbers on. Wallowing in the quagmire of the illusion of worth, the cult of celebrity, the showbiz “personality” who informs their reality. The generations who did usurped by the generations who do nothing.
This is the end of the beginning of the end.
Time is broadly circular, cyclic much like narrative. It flows around the edges of our world. It creeps around…