My Convictions

I have enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment.

I understand that it takes a billion years to create a human being and a few seconds to die.

I believe that fantasy and reality are not running in parallel and will cross each other's path one day.

I think that it is far more likely that there was nothing at all. Then, at least, no one would have begun asking why there was nothing, or something. If nothing existed, no one would yearn for anything at all.

I need strength, so much so that the mere existence of being created is nothing compared to the overwhelming sensation of conjuring onself out of zilch and standing on one's own two feet.

When we die, we become phantoms in our descendant's memories. We are ghosts, then myths. But still we're together, a past together. Under the mysterious dome of the past, I will still hear all your voices.

I don't want to be the first for anything, because ultimately, the first is also the last.

Why did it take so long for us to applaud the Big Bang anyway?

Who am I?

I'm feeling extremely anxious and angsty. *stab*