Light is life and always wins.

There is something way more bigger than just being a writer. Being a writer doesn’t mean you just write about things because you want that. It means that you are capable to feel this world and every emotion deepest than you can, and you’re just sharing that with people all around the world. It means that there is something common between infinity and writing. Writing makes me feel immortal. You just can’t stop, cause there are endless words inside of you…

Well, the death of the body is the flight of the arrow. It’s makin’ a straight line for the brain. No dodgin’ it not for anyone. People have’t die, the body has’t fall. Time is hurlin’ that arrow forward. And yet, like I was sayin’ thought goes on subdividin’ that time for ever and ever. The paradox becomes real. The arrow never hits.

In other words, immortality.

Jaden felt their boredom, their tired eternity. Beyond that, she felt their dying essence. They were immortal-all-powerful beings-and yet they were powerless against the onslaught of ever-changing time. They were lost in a modern world, one they didn’t have the energy to understand. And, in being lost, they were immobilized against it. Not even their judgments could assuage their exhausted wisdom of forever.

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