There's a silence that waits
Not today not tomorrow just now A flickering view of the void that holds all matter
How contradictory this word 'matter'
Matter signifying the physically seen and always changing All things of matter have a predetermined estimated life span
In this illusion of choice and free will It astounds me why we as creators do not get to make that final call between our life in death Well maybe some can but over all ...
This is how I know there is a grand orchestrator fating what will matter most to us ... Whether we, our loved ones, people we never knew but feel related to Whether we get to live or we get to die and how we die for humans do fall perfectly in the category of matter And speaking for myself this kind of matter 'Matters'
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