eternity's end

[ByePolar]

Today, I have ceded my soul, not unto gods, nor men, but to a force of constancy, anachronistic.

Remember that you must die.

Days beyond living recall, this same precept was whispered into the ears of family, friends, master, and servant alike; engraved into the wealth that they vied to acquire and conserve, and persisted as a recurring reminder illustrated through bodies of their beloved, shattered and withered down to dust, so that we will not cease to be lucid of what awaits - so that we will remain aware that Death, though he is one, will overcome us all collectively.


Why, then, do we toil so?
Why do we aspire so?


To seek absolution?
To assert a testament?
To achieve sublimity?
To be worthy of love?
To guide and empower?
To rectify grievous history?
To dole out retribution?


Every living being at their base, no matter its simplicity, is driven to persist, flourish, and thrive. We cling to the delicate substance of existence subconsciously; it is written in us all, and the most rudimentary of reasons behind our cries when an untimely end draws near.

However, it is sapience that affords us an exceptional overlay to this. Our unique awareness of the value of one another, the memories that we collect and cherish, the unyielding consistency of our longing to break boundaries, and our dynamic contemplation of the past, present, and future set us apart from unsophisticated beasts. Complex sentience urges us to assign increments of value to the experiences that pass us by,

and, in a broad sense,

a purpose to the gift that is life.


As long as you remember,
I will not truly die.

"I will live on as time does.
With you."