Ad Infinitum

Ad Infinitum, originally uploaded by skitbraviking.

Time, one man's greatest abstractions next to God, organizes us and controls us and seeminly turns the sun "on" and the moon "off," but mostly it looms over us as an albtross and reminder of death. Now having written these words, I can't help but feel that there is little else to say. What else can be said? Time lords over us, no matter how much we reproduce ourselves or things through mass production, our individual experiences of time will forever remain the same: bleak, lonely and inevitable. No drug is going to change this, no man of medicine will alter this simple fact, no priest can exercise it from our souls. And yet we try to surround ourselves with people and things to keep this inevitability in the background, if not out of sight altogether. Therefore, I must pose this one question:

Wouldn't you rather deal with the facts now rather than build up a life of things to distract you from what matters that leads to an eventual collapse because you've been fooling yourself all along?

I don't claim to know what it means to "deal with the facts" or what matters, at least not to the lives of others, but I do know that it's out there, somewhere.