Forever is a metaphor for now. Imagining the moment shorn of motion. Finding its analogy in how the sense of self is separate from the notion. Forever outside time. And nothingness to say is something you’re not seeing. Living with us more than we can bear. Longing is the music of our sphere.
You can forever be. Right now is just as good as that. The whole of point of being is there is no point to being. Is just simply is. Either days or years are merely moments. Reverence remains the source of bliss. More memories do not increase remembrance. If death must early come, then let it be.
