The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
That is a long word: forever!
Dying people often become childish.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.