I think the universe is much like the mind. The capacity of it all is incomprehensible. There's no end, always more room to learn and expand, new doors to open. There's always things being brought into existence and then abolished, like memories remembered and forgotten.
What if all things we know and feel are just an imagination of something greater than us?
Just a thought I had, anyways, here's a short poem I wrote:
Fetus of purity, resurrected into temptation;
Mind so vast, alas, stuck in isolation;
Life, I think it's all phantasmagoria;
Here it is again, this repulsive euphoria.
<3 Dil.
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