...mumbled mutterings...muttered mumblings...

All things rush upon the points of the horizon of possibilities…
All probabilities are scattered about those points…
All points reflect every other point…

When all systems of morality become dead…to the individual…
Then perhaps they can be understood and used…instead of using…

When all instincts of uniqueness, of individuality have then been exterminated…
And the individual recognizes nothing more than their sheer banality, their commonness…
Then perhaps a point of departure can be created…a beginning…

To understand the nature of “causes”…what is supposed free-will…
Becomes nothing more than echoes from the unconscious…
And we see through ourselves, our very illusions of thought…
Perhaps then we will be able to Think…free of our precious “self”…

We used to believe the Earth as the Center of it All…
How do we not understand the fallacy of consciousness as Center?…
We sought after “heavens” beyond, not wanting to acknowledge this denial of Life…
For regardless of the moralities, dogma, and codes…to achieve this “heaven”…
…we…must…still…want…to…die…

Or...with a bit of Work and Luck...

We could Live…

We could Create…

We could Play…

...and become Fate…