…….Life is forever slowly extinguished, and it’s beauty is forever fleeting, that’s like a ignorant man that’s always reading, a wound that’s always bleeding, or a fiend that’s always fiendishly feening, what is the meaning, is it life’s answer to death, renewal on a constant spool, is this the tool of a consciousness outside our own, or is this the checks and balances that keeps all of creation growing old until death, only to be replaced when put to rest, out with the old, let’s make a new nest, is this the process thats been keeping us in a mess, before lessons learned here comes new faces with the same mess, it has all of mankind still that spoiled child in a candy store, pulling on our moms dress.