Who created time and who ensures that we all experience pain and suffering?
Time washes over us, occasionally distorting our identity in the ripples of true life. Then comes the whirlpool with its hypnotic and magnetic powers estranged from all other rulers, pulling us under to a world where nothing is familiar except the the looming fear of complete solitude.
Is life such a necessary test? What does it take to reach that state of sublime bliss?
We are all struggling to reach this perfected silence, where nothing can penetrate the heart or mind.
Souls are the most precious of all answers. But can they alone survive when the light and warmth fade and when confronted with a wall of blackness?
Only time can tell.
Goodbye.
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