And do we not dwell like monitors, afloat out at sea
Asleep with the lights on, as it were.
Stupefied it really does fade.
How rudimentary, we etch away with our lives in sand
Vain attempts at the perpetual
Jumping at the foot of Babel.
Stones dropped from a pond, we forget
The entirety of being is contextual,
Human one mere context.
The void is the result of our ultimate fundamental individuality
And it all,
No more than ripples,
Makes not one shred of difference from the shore.
The laws of men are not the law of God;
Eventually, time will have forgotten all of us.
Whose is time to forget?
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