Polar Sites

In the end, we are all only bidding our time, are we not? We follow a system of studies and careers, inventing words like 'economy' and 'politics' when, if you strip off the superficialities, we can do just fine without them. We label things so that they make sense, because we fail to see that nonsense is sense. We create neurotic technology and make our lives 'easier' but unless we stop and think, we'd never realise that we're only making it easier to pass time until the final day when we don't have to pass time anymore.

In the end, life is but a number of picked-up scenes, a collection of memories, a finished puzzle that looks like it's done by a child. It is nothing more than an anthology of the virtues we create for ourselves and we base our success upon how well we abide by rules of our own concoction. Life is but a summary of first seeing the colours of the world, and the moment when you last do so - the intermediate phases are merely silly, meaningless, ridiculous ideas that we fill our time with, all of which will decay when we do.

Yippa-doo-dee-doo.