The most turbulent times are the ones you will look back on fondest, The moments you were in the moment are the ones you will remember the longest, People say time is money: that makes a whole lot of sense to me, Because everywhere you look, people are spending their days frivolously, Are you familiar with the concept of sempiternity? It's kind of like eternity, but it's subject to mortality, We seek sempiternity because we don't want the good times to pass, But its cruelty lies in the actual fact it never forever lasts, The only way to escape time is to go beyond it, Is that a permanent voyage or can you go on secondment? This existence is too sweet to never taste it again, And yet we still desire more beyond money, power and fame, The nectar of being human is in the imperfection, Whether you see that or not depends on your interpretation, Impiousness is man's greatest enemy, I think God wonders: "Can my game catch up to me?" Can you imagine AI being so foolish as to think it's in charge? Wouldn't it be naive to think it didn't have a master at large? It's thanks to the king's plan that the pawn enjoys spontaneity, To enjoy is to either completely ignore or trust in the deity, The ignorant are even perhaps the ones that enjoy the most, But what happens when the clouds roll in and life becomes morose? Where is your meaning? Your salvation? Your solace? Have you lived life fulfilled? In these moments you must be honest, When you realise you cannot have everything nor make something out of nothing, You begin to reach out and you are only looking for one thing, When the ice melts, the music dies and you do not want to be disturbed, You look up to the stratosphere and speak words no one's ever heard, You may realise in that moment sempiternity is a lie, Your only chance at forever will come after you have died, In a morass and wrath of pain you will view the day solemnly, But relax, lose yourself in the moment; you will look back on it fondly.
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