Meaningless as life

Lifem how distasteful the very word is. Every step i take calculated, i wonder what the purpose of it all is when nothing is new. The very stars we stare at for some psuedo inspiration they spark have shorn for eons. The irony behind those deceives, they die, yet the light still shines on our skies. Like tiny little pins they convey something that is somewhat strange to us, yet we all relate to it. We all see the same starts, whether you are in Pretoria, Capetown, New-York, Paris or London it doessn't really matter. Is that supposed to unitfy us? Do you feel anymore unified when you look at the blanket which covers our skies? Does that the Americans from fighting the Iraqis, what good is this unity if we are not unified? Its all just a waste, everything: life, our continued existence or rather destruction of this planet.

I carry the prophecy of doom, the hope within the destruction, i shine light which cannot be seen. I bet at this moment if you are reading this, you have received no hope whatsoever, open your mind, because beyond this i am talking about something else, something we are all familiar with, it is one thing, yet it is many. Infact i don't want to limit this blog to one particular subject, it instead criticizes everything, yet it falsly claims that it carries hope.

Read on. I shall continue on this topic (the general subject of the meaningless of life) on a later date