If I die tomorrow, let it be known that I never fell out of love with the world.
If I die tomorrow, shout it from the rooftops so that every beautiful creature upon the nurturing earth knows how much I loved them all.
Today, everything seemed so real. My hesitant smile concealed an anxious urgency.
I worried and despaired, tossed barbs and took cover. Like a weighted lure disturbing the pristine surface of a mist-shrouded pond.
Today draws rapidly to a close. Sleep will come in fits and stops until the inky curtain is drawn. Night after night, I relish this hard-earned intermission. The reward of unconsciousness.
I never know if I will return. And if I do, I cannot know that you will have found your way back to share in the sacred dawn.
If I die tomorrow, do not mourn. Celebrate my release. If I die tomorrow, do not pray. Give laughter to a child.
I love life and I love you but I hold these secrets close.
What fun is a game if you know you’re playing? What fun is life if you do not know you’re playing?
Contradictions fuel animosity. Animosity neutralizes animism and activates the back-up power supply of blind instinct. The marriage of cruelty and chaos.
If I am afforded another morning, I will once again choose a side, state my case and come up for air. From the clarity of the upper strata, the effect of my meagre bid for attention is invisible.
But to choose no sides, state no case. To breathe.
Angels do not dwell in the ether. They choose no sides and state no cases. They just breathe. Their divine exhalations animate us and give us hope. They engage in cruel trickery.
If I die tomorrow, let it be known that I figured out the Divine Game in all its vulgarity.
And let it be known that I loved every minute of it.
We all did. A life unloved would cease to be.
May we awaken and embrace, if that be the aimless aim of The Void.
Om Mani Padme Hum.