it

Within me
within these boundaries of consciousness
these boundaries i cannot see or feel
the boundaries that contain me
whatever form it may have
invisible to me
and eternal
nothing can breach them
forever i will be i, and it will be my universe
these boundaries are eternal
within these boundaries there is a great storm
a storm which devastates everything and brings havoc to everyone
stirred by the one thing that is as eternal as the walls which contain it
the immortal force of doubt
no, nothing in these boundaries is to rest
nor will there ever be peace
even if everything else has already withered
and even if the sun in this world has already shed its last, gloomy light on this hidden soil
even after the last moments of the dying sun
this place cannot rest in peace
this is the fate of everything living in this world
for everything in this world is to die eventually
if the doubt is a storm
then fate is a slow, spreading plague
nothing can withstand it
and if everything within the consciousness walls dies
if there is nothing left to register the limits of its own existence
if there is no existence left to be aware of the walls
and nothing which can be contained
then even these walls will disperse
nothing is made for eternity

creation, decay, destruction
whatever there may be, it is part of that cycle
the force of decay is called time
this force is invincible
and merciless
every moment its arms reach closer to everything
until there is nothing left
time is the pallbearer of existence
what is an existence worth that only waits for its destruction?
this existence offers endless possibilities
but one thing is impossible
to escape its own destruction
one may be a king to rule over 1000 universes
even this king will die
he will vanish from this existence
what is the difference of dying and never living in the first place?
what difference does it make?
our flesh desires life and existence
it desires undirected evolution
spreading
living
existing
everything spreads
but in the end everything we build will decay
and a time will come when even the last traces of life will have vanished
it will be as if we never existed
why does this force of life drive us forward?
a state far away from equilibrium
it drives us further
to spread
live
exist
if destruction is our fate
what is the difference of dying now or later?
in the end everything will be the same
walking puppets of flesh
we build castles out of sand
but the adamantal pulse of time will wash it away
everything
everything
eternally