Existence
EXISTENCE
As I gaze up at the crisp clear night sky, I am suddenly filled with wonder. I marvel at the cold, vast, boundless abyss we call our universe. Its beginnings are as enigmatic as life itself. As I reflect on my life, it is then I realize how fragile and short life actually is. It seems time is only relevant to man. Although our home we call earth is surrounded by a timeless endless being that possesses our very future. We all know that everything which is living eventually dies, but time and space continues. However, who will it continue for? Is the death of man truly the end, or is it preordained to connect with the magnificent and endless sphere cradled by the hands of God?
V.M. Tackett
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