A crowded cemetary facing west. Rows of worshipers encircle the tomb thereafter. Red and yellow hay in the sky. Each night the ground becomes damp as the sky dries. His listful words drifted and glistened on the edge of the door.
"Forget eternity. Passivity is perfect, and longevity awakens the soul. Orange peels scintillate our bare feet, transporting the spirit to new levels of gratitude."
Winding up the clock, listening to each tick. Flick the leaf falling skyward. Empty letters leered behind dark corners, cementing your skull with your eyes half buried. Conditioned from a young age. Disaster strikes those who wait for it. His body was fully extended, muscles in the lower thigh activated and pulsating. Baggy clothes hide the definition and meaning. Wandering, flowing, extracting ethical boundaries in an attempt to allocate a hypothesis for future study. When the mind follows a path of logic, every argument that follows might be false even though inherently valid.
Romance is the source of much confusion. Contusion of emotion is inevitable. Emotion is the incentive for your brain to do work. Everything in life requires an incentive to operate.
"What is the incentive for men to do bad things? The question is silly, there are many obvious answers. What is the incentive for men to do curious things? That is something I hope to quantify."
Unparalleled dementia and withering consciousness are some of the greatest fears for someone who is alive. But what does one fear when one is dead or living dead? Does fear exist, some would say not. Imagine if the opposite were true. Post life is a state of constant fear, blinding. Fear experienced during life is a sneak preview for what awaits post life. When a soul has no body, is the soul freed or permanently trapped in nothingness? If one could chose nothingness or somethingness, which would the rational mind choose?
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