"the Womb of Nothingness"

Invention's intention to stave off the madness of an inevitable demise of all that is me, mine and I. Let us create deities to please and never look at the ground beneath our feet with the dust waiting to swallow me, mine and I. Whole tribes rise up to defend their holiest of holy as the insanity of sacrifice makes a slave of me, mine and I. Madness. Its all madness this fallopian tube journey to what purpose, what Mystery controls this cosmic spewing out of me's and mine's and I's? What maudlin monster lies pushing the wheel to cycle through speace/time? I'd rather be swinging from a vine. =========================Title is from the writings of Emile Cioran describing "Matter" as "the fruit of an outrage in the womb of nothingness."