Tearing through the fine edge of existence and non-existence
Trapped between past and future on the blade of the arrow of space time
spinning around a spec of light in a far flung spark
Dwells a piece of rock with a bunch of concious primates
Passionately in search of their origins and purpose
Who either know or predict but leave a mark on the present for the future to continue its exploration
Through which the narcissistic universe admires it's glory of being
Before dissolving itself into a singularity or succumb to a heat death..
This's so beautiful...this piece of writing..you wrote it how I feel..even if I can't express...just amazing!!!!
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