Likened unto a cloud of nothingness, life fills the
earth with it's unmeaningness.
Standing at the threshold of never-will-be, are
brains, toiling over absolutes which they cannot see.
Thriving on disasters of make-shift beings, all
knowledge is hurled high onto wisdom's throne.
Allowing for novel ideas, purposeful memories are
grated, sifted and left in heaps until someone comes
along to create them.
Bringing forth from nothingness, a life worth meaning.
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