
art by Karla/Veit: http://veitstanz.tumblr.com/search/heart
Cemeteries call out to me, do they call you too?
We’re all dead men on leave a general once said.
It’s nothing but ash we’re promised, pipe dreams
of infinity. But what about this portion of the eternal?
What of this moment, in it exists all the ramifications
of the past blossoming into fruition and all futures
yet seen. This moment is the holy temple of existence that
many spend entire lives seeking, can we just pretend
some semblance of civility? The afterlife
and their associated religions
are things we’re taught, he’vn or hell but it ain’t like that.
Civility before emotional reaction, do unto others as you would
have them do unto you. Remember that infinity is this too.
In this moment, and series of moments called life
is the heaven, is the hell of our experience.
Inevitably this always boils back down to rule number one
for living this life: Don’t be a dick*. We’re all slowly dying and
our grasp of this existence is limited by our experiences
filtered through the limited senses we’re born with
and the reason we forge.
All we have is this moment of clarity in a blink of an eye existence
that’s over before you knew it.
*Shout out to a wise lady.