things make unsense
2003-11-08 || 11:26 a.m.

I can be sure of nothing but this moment.

That is eternity.

It's not some sunny, green, flowery place full of people with rice salad in tupperware.

And each moment of eternity is like another life, a pinpoint of perception in the swirling, dark mist of time.

There really is nothing more, yet there really is eternity all at the same time.