Friday, May 6, 2016

Roman Road



Every single thing begins d/evolving the instant it comes into being.

Leaves turn color as our skin freckles and loosens, as great restaurants become mediocre, as performers lose their touch, as the rind of industry surpasses the pulp, as civil wars percolate, as the stars dim.

Eventually, an endpoint is reached, and what was is no longer what is.

Leaves fall until the tree itself succumbs.  Flesh dies.  That restaurant goes out of business at last.  Careers retire.  Landfills replace landscapes.  Empires implode.  The largest, brightest star you can imagine becomes a light-swallowing void.

It's easier to accept mankind's inevitable destination than our collective hurry to get there.

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