This world is a vast place. Immense, mysterious, and more importantly the home to billions of beings. Every living being dies, it's already written in their fate. Our fate is unknown yet the outcome is definite death. It is rather ironic that even with an ironclad end the decisions we make transform us into true individuals. That's how we apprehend the divinity of life.

Life and time flow perpetually at the mercy of none, or do they? Often we dwell on the normal in the abnormal while turning a blind eye towards the abnormality of normal things, for instance, time. After all what is time, but an illusion? But it is the mediocrity of the human intellect that fails to understand the true nature of nature itself.

Wait I sense someone listening closely. I feel the presence of a lowly life force trying to understand us and the true nature and beauty of the world it dwells in….