The eternal churning

this spiral continues...

Into a future we can’t imagine, a future where things will be so different we could not possibly understand if we were even able to exist then. 

It will be so strange and alien, and yet, at the same time, the voice of the dead will continue to harmonize. The echoes of those who came before will always shape the world as it is and will be. And those echoes will be a chorus to life, as it always has been. 

All of life is born from death. And so the dead speak. The dead live through us. We are all branches of the same thing, knowing itself and the world through us and millions others. 

And this is something we can be conscious of, and it is something we can access. 

You can tap into the records spanning millenia of ancient wisdom, if you just look into yourself deeply enough. 

It is there, because we are here. You and me. We are all. We are none. We are home. We are void.