Post #4357201

existence is precious and being alive is astonishing. We are alone; an island of life, temporary sparks of light in an infinity of darkness before and after us. We burn the light of this planet so a few men can warm themselves on its ashes. we spend our days in misery in corporate prisons, while the birds and the trees live lives of wonder, and the ocean speaks of secrets forgotten for a billion years. and someday we will be memories the trees and oceans carry, when the earth has reclaimed the bones of our cities and our lives are dust in the bones of creatures not yet evolved.