I am the mystic nothing and nothing is what man ? becomes all emotion lies in living life. Form a cruel joke for the kindest of emotions earth will be that of wasteland with pointless effigies mostly of stone ?. There will be caves and caverns with air currents for no one, waiting for visitors who will find this accidental sanctuary after millions of years patrolling universe looking for seeds of life to fashion man made a fool of itself with its once living ego its death ?, without futures with only light remaining in a sky landscape and a vicious self serving universe.
With blandness blocking brightness I travel on and on in wilderness waiting for bright lights to show an inspirational path to walk, and wind upon high to the pinnacle. I go to wait for energies in ether to strike tearing barriers down unblocking skies clearing minds an alternative mix in a different world that radiates joy ? and the forever .