All things end in two endings

And coming around again in orbit, I see those of my own creation below and behind in the past of my present discontent. And I shake them off, spiraling ever upwards as men sleepwalk themselves ever downwards in apathetic resignation.

You have no interest in growing and changing, only preserving what you already have.

I will keep speaking into this void and give out to life and liberty and show myself as the human that I am. And I will not be ashamed of who I am, only instead of my own actions that could have been better.

All things grow towards a singularity. All things learn towards a single item. All relationships evolve towards a final goal. All things exist with one aim.

Bars of truth are bars of gold. Bars of gold are bars of truth. Bars of gold or bars of truth. Where does your soul lie.

The water flows towards the lowest point and carves away the weak and porous among us as it aims towards it deposit. You can watch if your foundation is unending; otherwise, you’ll be swept along and killed in collective fearchaos. All things flow toward an end. And stripped away, all things end in two endings.

“Forgive me Lord. I am just a stupid man.”