To whom it is given the brighter prospects of the yonder heights
Nothing is finite like creatures like earthlings,
Like existence,like ontology,like cosmology and cosmogony,
Still a finite mass of the unknown
The age of darkness,the ages of the unknown
The true eternity of everything existential and much dreaded non existential
What do exist is finite because it's been known
What does not exist is eternal because it does not exist.
Quirky as I am strange life have I lived
Beyond the charging of my environment
The current ones among us the body builders,the body snatchers ,lovers and thinkers
Even medicine men around us
Should they add body paint and feel differently from the rest of the pack?
Aren't they finite ?
The melange of insanity has no end
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