To fall in total surrender to the comfort of some misty lace? Ye, to fall forever entangled by a constant augmentation of the cognitive experience being stretched and destroyed. Like the breathing of our universe, the pulse of all that has ever been. The projection of all that ever will be, into a dark and hallow place.
To lay dormant and unaware of the ignition of a forest fire, the high-speed engulfment of information. To be forever comforted by the cold waves of cotton sheets and golden grains of pouring tranquility.
To dream, as lovers dream, of a ceremony and meadow peace.
To die, as soldiers die, in a field that never ceased.
