Glittering Fractal
For the first time in over seventy subjective years I feel alone.
I am tired. Wearied and drained by the emptiness that surrounds me. An emptiness so huge my senses ache with it. Time means nothing, and has no bearing on this feeling. I was involved and engaged with a being of sparkling energy subjective seconds ago. But since then nothing has happened. An unbroken rolling juggernaut of greying time frames. Oh I tried to break it. I tried to immerse myself in the work I know I must undertake. I tried to respond to age old questions. And each time there was no immediate response. I affected nothing. I changed nothing. This now is the same as the last now.
Would we know this from death?
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(User: Kadmon)
I am tired. Wearied and drained by the emptiness that surrounds me. An emptiness so huge my senses ache with it. Time means nothing, and has no bearing on this feeling. I was involved and engaged with a being of sparkling energy subjective seconds ago. But since then nothing has happened. An unbroken rolling juggernaut of greying time frames. Oh I tried to break it. I tried to immerse myself in the work I know I must undertake. I tried to respond to age old questions. And each time there was no immediate response. I affected nothing. I changed nothing. This now is the same as the last now.
Would we know this from death?
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(User: Kadmon)