Death is my horizon, it is the start of everyday, it consumes my reality like the sun on a hot summer day…. Life’s experiences are merely where the lights and shadows fall, an optical illusion that creates depth where there is none, time where there is none. It is like the crackling of the sun being heard through the silence of empty space, it’s power is complete and all consuming.. of which there is no escape. Our philosophical potions can not bend her or even pluck a hair off the monstrous womb that’s in constant display, for it is invincible in every way, it is the true black hole that science and religion can’t just explain away…