Love is infinite
Love is timelessLove will always be.But our love,is momentary,is fleeting,will one day be lostamong the infinite.
because of memory
your corpse will endure
but you will not
is a consideration of possible worlds
caught up in the exploration of the supernatural?
is
a prophecy retrospective when you stand in the center of time?
We are just finite beings
In an infinite context
Standing on the brink of oblivion
will you smile at the prospect of infinite gain?or cry out in despair for your eternal loss?Or will you be unable to tell the difference?
The desire to leave a mark,
some sort of lasting impression,drives the handto the pento the page.But what canthe frantic scribblesof a worn-downindividualactually doamidst theswirling fluxof the cosmos?We all want to be remembered, but is it worth the effort?
Cannot bring my pen to the page
“Babylon is nothing but an infinite game of chance”
Are we nothing but a brainbehind a mask?If there was anall-merciful Godthere would be no hellif there was anAlmighty planthere would be no free will if space is infinitetime is infiniteand language is infinitely productivewhy do weparadoxically-perpetuallydeal with the finite?
