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April 9, 2013
What’s ‘forever’ when one is
finished anyway? It’s only the
blue horizon, and as far as the
eye can see.
Why worry about the future, when
we are all but dead leaves on a tree.
None of us being immortal, nor
ever reaching eternity free.
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