If a great orchestra were to accent my deepest thoughts, and play throughout my dreams; Life would be the slow capture of a great movie screen.
The beginning and end I shall never know, the plot too large to ever unfold. The characters too diverse to fit within our universe.
If we all were to dance upon this stage, and make love until old age, if eras passed and collapsed, and we all fell, there'd still be more story to tell.
If our sun sunk from the sky and the heavens died, if the oceans dried and the volcanos cried, if all planets were to collide and the universe to subside there'd be still more inside.
When death and life are one and the same, when pain no longer remains, when sons of suns are nothing to no one, when shadow can't find the light and our third eye has lost it's sight, this won't be our final night.
If the last atom were to meet it's end, and even a proton couldn't find a friend, if nothing had become less, and less was more, there'd still be much instore.
Even when the film is in flames and the projector is all that remains, when the last character is the narrator and all that could have been, has been; there'll always be that spark that casts a shadow in the dark.
...and after all this I'd still be working backshifts for MSN :P
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