The fear of separation is all that unites.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
My bits of time play with eternity.