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End.

Caught in an intricate realty of burning bright and burning out.


We will be gone. The End point is here. 'We', ourselves will never be together, or the same again. The old will transform in the midst of energy to become something anew, devoid of 'us'. We are nothing beyond a Randomized collation of particles that are on loan from a universe of happening, in which we hold no omniscience too. You will never understand it, no one is meant too. we are presented with the beautiful realties of an end, and we can not be anything but in awe of the colors and shapes, because no man, or earth bound creature can pass into destruction and leave its conscious understanding for the comprehension of the masses.


so we are all dying. never knowing why, or when. but so do the stars and they are nothing but beautiful and lifeless to us. they 'die' but our kind refuse to allow them to 'live' because they can not tell us why there is an end. but like us they are a collation of particles, a series of reactions, like us they reach an end and have a beginning. let the stars 'live' and exist dying like us... 


so out with your notion of life. Come and watch the lights and lament the stars with me. and in my dreams i can believe they will grieve the end of my form in this life.

"Tiny and dying but still-powerful stars called pulsars spin like crazy and light up their surroundings, often with ghostly glows.
So it is with PSR B1509-58, which long ago collapsed into a sphere just 12 miles in diameter after running out of fuel.
And what a strange scene this one has created... 

It would appear that God is right-handed. No surprise."

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