Even time has a beginning. From nothing, it grew. It's fingers outstretched, extending throughout the palm of space. Interlacing between the empty gaps and grasping tight, not letting go. It deteriorates all which exists, constantly trying to pull apart structures, buldings, planets, stars, us. We fight it's destructive harassment, until we tire.

Minority Light.
Majority Dark.
Sometimes Life.
Mostly Death.
Occasionally Something.
Otherwise Nothing.

See a penny, pick it up. For all day you'll have good luck. But I ponder what use a penny has. If it brings the slightest bit of fortune. For what it is, a piece of metal, a symbol of old times. For what use does a penny have i ask you, what use do i have?

Gaze up to the heavens and see he who is one with pi.
his brilliance and knowlegde outshines the darkness of ignorance.
he speaks with the language of the universe, reality.
Let him make you understand.
For all he wants is to make those who are blind learn to open their eyes.
It is then not just life running throught your veins, it is him as well.