I wonder, are we timeless. Like a Moltov cocktail of flowers, never quite leaving this rebels hand; are we in or out of time? Soon will be yesterday, and yesterday last year, and so forth, until we are nothing but fading light beams, and unspoken concepts. Mortality is nothing but a clock ticking away with varying events and conceptions of time and space as it's hands. We are half past this event, this milestone, 2 seconds away from this idea and this perception.
All move equidistant from death. Never are we closer or are we any farther away from death, we are always moving parallel with it because that is our logical end. We were born to die. Q-->P, at least for this case, but this also must indicate that in a way we are infinite. As a collective we are always born and we always die, this process is the soul bearing for our reality. When looking at society this way, we realize that we are infinite beings.
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