We are Tops Spinning Out of Control and Therefore We Die Out

When every emotion, sense, organ and perceptible stimulus throbs through one’s every pore it is no wonder a gentle blow can blow a candle out. The result of our universes magnitude makes up that single flame and just like that, with no effort at all, a slight whisper of oxygen puts light into dark once again. That is the fragility of bliss– it is never ending and all-encompassing yet breakable and burdened by man. Like a candle in the dark, the matriarch puts out the beams of light until the wick grows crisp. She can only help so many others without reinvigoration of herself. This is the cost to those whose light burns unaware of where their light comes from.

CP