Time Travel and the Expanses of Collapse

So, I have to get this out while there is still some of it left in my mind.

The other day I was minding my own business, when I realized a couple things. I can't remember what the first one was, but the second thought was about the continuity of death. It made me think of black holes.

The universe is, well, eternal. ETERNAL. That's a very, very, VERY hard thing to comprehend...or, is it?

Not really. Eternal is not the beginning or the end. It encompasses both as one. Black holes have a similar lifespan. Collected from the absence of life, a star, a nebula, an explosion. From a chemical reaction, to a crushing nothing, there is no existence of death. Did you see what I just typed? "...an absence of life..., to absence of death. That makes a lot of sense if you can understand the right pitch.

I do believe death is eternal, but not meant as in permanent. I don't believe there is a conscious life after death. Your physical self gets stripped down to molecules, but your true essence is stripped down to something more significant. Think of it as if your soul was made of atoms and particles. Death is merely a redistribution of them. Some get cast into the reaches of the universe, some get cast into the mind and body of a garden slug, and some just go into things that we have not discovered. If enough of them stay together, you might call it reincarnation.
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I typed up this long comparison of black holes and death, but found it to be to nerdy and redundant. So please, feel free to entertain yourself as you ponder this post. You might not get it, but you might just realize something else and make a completely off-topic, incoherent post about golfcarts and cheez-whiz. It might be intellectual, it might be sensational, it just might be remedial!

Dressed in Green

Hail, all the love that is a growling whisper, captured not by the sea nor the wind nor the frozen river.
In the sky, we stand, watching upon horizons that dance with the sunlight,
let us not believe that there will ever be night.
Beyond the grave of the waking dead, there will be a valley in which the rain does not pass;
Keep to the sky, and and do not glance back at the grasping flame,
make not a word that would tell of your existence,
Go with the wind into heavens,
and know not a single groan will wither thy spirit.

Shining Shades of Ochre

Man, I just have to say, I love my job, I love my coworkers, and I love being around my friends and family. Seriously.
I was beginning to think that I disliked tattooing. Nope. I just disliked working around negative and manipulative people. I was beginning to think I was alone. Not at all. Karma visits all who risk indifference.
My family thought I was dying, and I almost did. I thought my life had been trapped by the fists of misfortune. No. It was to make sure I knew how to rise against all things that oppress me.
I am fortunate. I am fortunate for many things. I try to be grateful for all these things.

I am awake. I am right where I need to be. I do not doubt my conscious. I KNOW my intentions were right. My adversaries will whither in their own bitterness. I know I am better than that.

I haven't much time, but I'm glad I've made it this far. Good company can ward off the most vile of intent. That is my talisman for all things that oppress me. I am fortunate that it is a simple thing to come by in this world.

Well, that's all for now. It has been a long day, and the night will be short. Until next time....

And once there was a ...ummmm.... what?

Ahh, updates. Yes.

Everything has been going very well. Work is steady, the holidays are almost here, and things are a'happenin'.

"Come and see, come and see..."

Well, I had a lot to say before I started typing this, now it seems I haven't much but a bunch of buzzing in my head zzZZZzZzzZZzZzZZ

Tomorrow I plan on doing nothing. Nada, zip, zero, zilch. It's probably for the best. I feel as though Saturday's marathon took a little bit more energy out of me than I thought. Not to mention, I've been drinking a lot of water which can make me feel worse.
I need a hair cut, too. It's getting pretty shaggy on the ol' melon.

Alright, well that was pretty pointless. More to come, I hope. Adios!