Variation One

This is the way. I have been told that this is the way. The person who told me this went another way though.

I'm trying to jump start a heart into feeling. The history that I am traversed by is not my own. It's always some other person's history, a memory of a timeline rather than the timeline itself.

Life is all that we can know. There is nothing that we can know of death, and that after death - death has no future, but death.

The great beauty is here and now. It was always here, waiting for us. It will be here when we are gone. Along with the remnants of our prisons and parking lots.

Silence, and the great beauty.