It's too late

for hopes and dreams.  It's too late to change anything meaningful.

The die have been cast. Resistance is futile. We can only hold on now and witness the inevitable.

What does it matter how we perceive it? It's going to happen. Tick tick tick. Moment after moment after moment. Never ceasing, never pausing, never waiting for anything. And then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then

We run around possessed by ourselves like canines chasing their own tails. We cycle through the same emotions as regularly as the seasons, and yet somehow every shift of consciousness catches us unaware. Dramas we create to distract ourselves from the terribly consistent rhythm of existence.

All we really want is to be in sync. To feel alive. To resonate with the catastrophic physics we came from, without permanently joining them. Synchronized, but separate.

I don't have a choice anymore.  It's too late to decide. I must simply act and leave life and death to divinity.

I used to think myself a fool, for I could not fool myself to think of how to live.
 But now it's clear that life is queer and death is always the answer.