We are all created. Born. We all begin. And as we begin, we all end.
Worlds and souls. We exist to become one with nothingness.We come, we go, we see how it happens.As we see, we begin to think, to understand. Belief and knowledge. We learn only to tell.Stories of breathing, running, fighting, sleeping.
Stories of life.
A star is bornForget what we know. Let us forget what we believe. Let us close our eyes to what we see.What we see is blackness. Infinity. Nothing.Light threads are drawn through our darkness. Woven by a spider which seems to carry all the colors within.Does she know what she is doing?She spins, she weaves, she follows a plan.One to the left, upwards, and back, forwards again, over this, past that, follow the trail and find the center.She spins, she weaves, she creates what she sees.Trying to understand, the search for knowledge, we fail at faith.What we see makes no sense. What we expect may not be.She has achieved whatever she wants. She