You watch through an artificial scope of hopes and dreams.
You see the world through a periscope, blurred and beautiful in all its distorted glory.
You look at the world through a window never living but forever dying; always a moment closer to the inevitable.
Then you die and you see the light, the light of the world changing the light of seeing change before your eyes.
You leave the world finally at peace as the world changes without you but it’s ok because your time has finally come.