The Day The World Ends.
Sky and earth were lovers their children; sea, rain, sun and
thunder; but they
had no space, stuck in the middle of the lovers, so they
prised them apart and
thus were free. The Parents cannot meet again and look on as
their children
rake havoc on sky and land. They know the day will come when
there will be
silence and just enough time for a last embrace before the world turns into
a snowball that flies beyond the galaxy where the unknown is
a shivering tree
that has yet to exist, since there is no consciousness. But
is it right to say only
insight is suitable as prove of life? Dipterous exist well
without it and the filthy
cockroach has its brain in its stomach. Life created has
a purpose, a function
we don´t see, practical suited to natures self are
regulating cleaning purpose.
The shivering tree does not know it does not exist, if the
world ceased to be,
and when the world
reappeared after a long recreation it has no recollection
of a past, and there is no room for philosophical
speculation of the rhythmic
wonder of life.
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