Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.
My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.
But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.
I was born with eyes that can never close.
Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.