The Crash

Reality crashed - its computer simply refused to work anymore. We crawled out of our caves, the sunlight was bright, we rubbed dry eyes and winced. Some suggested digging for minerals, and other raw materials, of forging a now box of perception, we tried re-booting the world back to the way it was before, Others, just sat around and starved in the middle of a natural abondance. Some sought to fashion, small straw dolls to worship. It was a times of indecisive, bewilderment. A time when we had to slowly patch together the meaning of life. Notwithstanding all our combined efforts, to this very day we have not discovered nor found, any meaning at all.