I am dying.  I can feel it with each shallow draw of breath.  I feel oxygen has left my body and experiencing the slow deterioration of my cells.  Even time has lost all meaning, i care not for months years days or hours. I mearly stand in the present.  My memories are gone, like a gold fish i can gape forever at new wonders which i have already seen countless times.  I can drift into a dream which moves much more slowly than the decay rate of the atom which measures your rhythm.  I guess its all relative.  But these moments are finite and the inevitably of it is becoming more of a welcome.  I have visited different parts of earth, experiencing different cultures, entertained, laughed, loved, and cared, what more do i need to stay for?  Not this society... uncivilized, deceitful, and barbaric... no i have no loyalty to the human race.  There are good people but not many.  Even they too are caught in your calendar doomed to forever repeat the past, never correcting the greatest mistake.  To become civil we would have to stop hating one another to end the self imposed genocide.  One would need to learn to collaborate instead of compete, share instead of invest, and bring the best survival to all instead of only the most fittest.  For in the savage garden, if you are not the fittest you are the weakest and in the majority pool of those struggling to survive.  We have made a hell and repeat it each day instead of wake up see the present and be now to create a new future.  But this requires thought and no such day exists in your calender.  My world of peace hosted by peaceful beings will remain a dream and probably the only thing which would have made life worth living for.