BRICKLAYERS

A life is but the process of bricklaying in order to 'create' what each thinks of as a 'life'; A timeless process, organic and inorganic, we are all but algorithmic iterations spewed out from the mother of us all, the Placenta Equation which never, never delivers the same answer or algorithm;

It is the Goddess Oracle, the one which carries all the so-called answers and riddles, riddling infinity with an infinite plethora of algorithms, each a life, a sand grain, each encased into a 'hard' envelope, each convinced of being a centre, a truth, an answer;

Then each goes about in its own quest for 'proof' of existential reality, puffing, farthing out all kind of noxious theories, poisonous gazes aimed at all dissonance, diversity, the infinity surrounding its centre, the all of the others...sand grains them all;

Peace comes with sleep, for only then can we let it all be, for then, all those multitudes of replicas float into their own sleep...each dreaming of being 'The Sleeping Beauty'...

Sunrise.