Authored: June 20, 2025

PROSE

In these final moments of our existence, when all that was and is plays out. When the last sighs leave our bodies and enter the cosmos. When all falls silent. Then, and only then, will the darkness that is beyond, ask us and only once, “Did we live our lives fully?”

The answer to this is right in front of us. It was our reflections and our thoughts and our love of all that held us back. We were given rationality and hope, and we squandered it. Our barren hearts would make everything we touched barren.

We painted the sky; indeed, we did. With our hatreds, our conflicts, our poison.

Instead of caring for our planet, we tore it asunder. Instead of peace, we chose war. Instead of hope, we chose a slow descent of madness.

Shhh….