The revival

My friend, know you not? that you and I are but petrified conductors of a rampaged train on tracks that meet where all ends meet? Surely, you must know? that all of time ends at the end of time?

Yes, the end is but one; control and escape are but myth. So fear not the result of choices among choices; fear instead perpetual idleness that safety provides; fear the pang of realisation that the end is come only when the end is near.

Come, friend; choose, like I have, to fearlessly bear arms in the battle for a true life. Let us trudge on ahead; let us mask our inbred cowardice so that we shall maintain some semblance of dignity when we are rot.

Yes, trudge ahead we must as the train of time does only know forward. Do not pleasure your mind with such balderdash as turning back nor indulge your curiosity with ‘what if’s’; they are but a fool’s dream. You have, as many a cliche acknowledges, one chance; make or break, do or die; choose your tracks wisely and remember them well - the good, the bad; lest you get lost. Bear in mind though, time is little to dwell on a past track when there are still many ahead.

Oh do not mistake, though life is little, do not think it short! My friend, if it is misery that you seek company then misery will oblige until the shortness of time stretches to oblivion. He lures you in with his sympathy; into his home that is the abyss where there is naught but  impenetrable darkness. Oh, such darkness! By then, it would be too late for you, my poor, poor friend; blinded! no longer can you see all that is before you.

Just a little something I wrote a while back.
Interpret what you may.

With this, my blog has finally returned from the grave.