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