For I witness the end of destruction as all means to an end of calamity, for which reality itself is null and void only by force of gravity to keep it in order as all living beings rotate around it.
The flow of matter is useless as the mind itself trajects reality itself into the bits and points we see up in the sky which at one moment or another will crash down and meet us in person.
The mind is a gift for which matter cannot co-exhist simulatenously due to our presence being everywhere and nowhere at the same time all the while you and me nod as the clock ticks second by second until our enevitable shift comes to an end.
That which you hold so materially is useless when the soul is bound not to the physical but enchanced by which of denying lustful desires. You and me are awaited by the stars up above and will only be judged by the invisible hand based on your attatchment of human desires.
They are waiting with open arms, and the more we hold ourselfs in contempt of physical wants the more you chosen place will shrink and crumble into dust as you are just a memory of the past that once was your undying soul.