I for so long have been on the journey, blinded of the path, foolish in my mundane rhythms and expected repetitions. Crossing the event horizon has made procrastination an understatement. I am stilled and slowly being torn apart. I don't know which was more maddening, the before or after. Now never existed and I feel ashamed of what I never appreciated.

A number divided that does not repeat is not odd, it is the average.

I understand why some whom observe the night sky can go mad. You figure out your span of time is warped and that you too are only an echo of something that was once there.

Beings with no substance fail to be solid.

Rantings of a ex-madman.

I am lost caught in the earth's grass with no hope for escape or rescue.

We are the fabric of the Universe.