Tempestas Temporis
The past avails not. The future avails not. The only nothing is the here and now. The infinite fire of the soul only exists in the perfect absence that is the point of moment. Progress, regress, time is referential to itself. I think therefore I am? I think therefore I while away the hours in the nothingness of space and time, moving on, moving on, the infinite is nothing as all absence is so vast it's infinite; I think therefore the I that does not find constraint and existence in reality is; I think therefore reality finds its expression in me; I think therefore the perfect point of time subsumes its existence into its own infinite detail; I think therefore all is naught; I think therefore I am not.
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