The World hasn’t ended it’s barely begun. Over and again with each recurrence new stars are arrayed
Some may even come to love the act of breath. The world goes on as humans sign and mumble while deciphering portents and universal impulses. The sky’s dissolving the past can be jettisoned without remorse. Love in an unusual fashion is the order of the day.
Taking liberties with dialectics, taking refuge in dialogs revealing without showing- instructing while burying. Wholesale dependency on a garland of enforcements is pockmarked with discernment. So now who stands for What and Nothing?