beacon light

Dear Ms. Ingiborg von Sittsowity,

Life as we know it comes to an end, not through death, I must inform. Instead it lies in seeing everything at once; life’s grand peaks and valleys in one giant crescendo. From this perspective, I can witness all the webbed connections vying for dominance only to mix and blend wildly beyond expectation. I see my birth. My love. My children. From space, Ms. Von Sittsowity, I can see it all.

It is grand, I assure.

In one sense, this death is the end of my old self. A time of personal blindness, once encompassing, now entirely exorcized like the ignorance it was. This perspective of mine changes men’s minds. And yours too, I’m afraid!

I can already see it, and death is all that there is. Ever ending and eating upon the fools dumb enough to perceive it, it pushes us into the future – if we can even call it that anymore.

The future.

Spread it over ourselves like peanut butter on rye. I miss that the most, please send some back.

Sincerely yours in time,

Higgiu lo Hiaui

P.S. TEAR DOWN THIS WALL

xoxxo