From chaos we are born
To chaos we return
Why would the journey be anything else
Futile unrequited attempts to tame her
We are just a coalescence of atoms - fleeting form - fleeting

At peace with the rhythm not in conflict
Why do we grind the gears
We fight against it
Yet we can just allow it

We are happy when we are free, why aren’t we free. Carbon carbon everywhere...we are made of it...the stuff of stars...it is going to **** us...chaos wins...

Nature will not be bottled...will not be contained - the friction we create - a desire to find order where there is none

The moment we became conscious was the most nature started to tear us apart

It wants us back...she will get us back....

We are just the stuff of stars