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Happiness is delusion, purpose is distraction.

How can anything matter in the face of oblivion?

I, the sacred I that only oneself can know,

am but a ripple on an endless black sea.

A ripple melding, as it expands, into vacuous chaos.

Frantically I flail, desperate I inhale the breath of life,

Inevitably follows the exhalation when all will be still.

Although once an immortal picking fruit in the garden with my brothers

Soon it will be as if I, and even those invincible brethren had never been.

Thank God my frail mind cannot long fathom the inexorable fate of existence.

Sometimes even, I am fool enough to smile.