Yesterday as I was releasing the veil over my mind, I watch through the lack luster haze a group of goldfish in their bowl. Released upon there swim, three peronas arrive on a quest for the eminent death of their Plexiglas and artificial fauna cell mates. All hope is lost in the afternoon snack of one of these carnivorous fish. But wait, there is hope in numbers. Maybe if they stick together we will at least give death a few more minutes, a few more hours, a few more days.
To become content with surrender. When all hope escapes, like the fleeting light of sunset summoned to light another day. Resistance is futile and the self reliant fish is doomed. Separated from the school and he is devoured.
Am I really alive. Does the soul of a fish find eternity in the rotation of life. Will I be reincarnated as ruler of worlds or will I take my place on the dietary chart of nature. Die a swift death my friends. Soon you will join me in the superfluous ocean and when you do, there is no need to tell me I was right.
