Sleep Well

If anything has a purpose, it is that life Perpetuates.

Death isn't life.
Death is Failure.

Struggle, pointless in some cosmic sense, is
essentially human, and I accept my Nature.

I embrace artificial structure and context,
    regardless of whether the universe cares.
I shout at the universe, regardless of its silence.
I become more, because I was nothing.
I become more, because I invent that which I am.

I play the Game.

Let the universe be in twilight.
A galaxy of glass.
A catalogue of ash,
Embers cooling for the final Darkness.

When I cannot take another step, my parting
    thought before entering the abyss will be
    Defiance, even in my
    Defeat.

But today, to fight the darkness is to stand in the light.
And today, I can see clearly even yet.
Even yet.

We shall build worlds within worlds.
We shall build minds within minds.
We shall build structure in the void.

Only then can we
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