I was beyond time, beyond space and, even then, I saw myself marginalized and confined by some unseen limit, an invisible force
It was the hand of reality snaking through the cosmos, eager to reclaim the wayward child that eluded its grasp
Despite this realization, I defied the so-called “natural order” for I, a being of flesh and blood, was not to be confused as organically pure
The opinions of a world around me had melded into my own inner monologues and construed a stardust born infant towards a less diluted path
I walk this path and, paradoxically, I propagate the path itself
Calling me pure would imbue myself with a divinatory regard, one which I had not earned and would not earn for millennia
Regardless, I was still a fragment of the universe as, no matter how minuscule a fragment may be, it is integral to constitute a whole
The smallest of fragments feel the touch and limitations imposed by Great Death
Impure as I was, I recognized that Death was inconsequential in the grand scheme
Death inspired either fear or reverence amongst mortals of every civilization but these were unnecessary reactions
Blackness or light, whichever consumes us, is simply a biological interpretation
We refer to Death as “the end” even when we haven’t had the opportunity to test this theory, to see past Death
Our skin rots, our organs and bones corrode into dust, but that is simply what we observe through our narrow scope of understanding
What logic is there in judging flesh by flesh?
Still, there is no present alternative
For now, I shall continue to soar through existence while searching for an answer
An answer to Death