5.31.2014

Flux

All light is born from the blackness of a sun’s core,
Just like hope is born from despair
Or kindness from the coldest indifference
If just one slight circumstance is changed.

This pattern is no coincidence.
All life must first emerge from death,
And so, all things must eventually die.
There is no real beginning, and no end,

Only a point in time where you stop and
Cease to exist as you are, and become something
That might be lesser than you were, or greater,
But it is the process itself that is of vital importance.

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