Brain constantly changing.
Us constantly changing.
Based on what? Who is the “self”? Who are you?
We are all shadows in a cosmic dance of nothingness.
Trying to figure out where the light comes from.
Trying to understand what we see.
Only because we believe that we see.
Only because we cannot accept we are darkness.
Nothing is organized.
There is no self. But the illusion of self.
In a cosmos full of light.
Only darkness can be the father of us all…
[universe, illusion, darkness, cosmos]
Poetic Philosophy 