We
are such inconsequential beings in respect to the galaxy and
time, and if religion is thrown into the equation, . . . then
we are nothing. In my present form, I realize, through
the cycles of history and the predictions of the future,
what's to come. And some days I wish I were a planet, or
a star, or even a granule of sand at the the beach, rather
than merely an imprint to be washed away when the next wave
rolls in. I once wrote, "Death is forever, whereas
love and happiness can only last a lifetime at best.",
when I believed we were the center of the universe and the
only obstacle I was incapable of conquering was death.
Where others find peace of mind through material means or the
comfort of others, I find solace in writing. My mark in
life would be for others to read my work and understand me, to
live on in their thoughts, to be known as more than merely a
granule of sand lost at sea.
