There is no birth, only a threshold of pain.
There is no death, only a threshold of pain.
There is no life, but consciousness.
There is no time, but consciousness.
Nothing exists, but that which does
Exists infinitely and eternally.
Time works only to describe the waves of pain
And lives only through our eyes.
The balance.
The still point of a turning universe.
A single, silent alien lost in infinity -
A constellation composed entirely by and for that being.
It has nothing to do with you,
Creator.
