The last sunrise
seemed like
every other sunrise
except it was the last,
which we had no way
of knowing at the time.
Weirdly enough,
I had been PRETENDING
that it was the last sunrise.
Was I prophetic,
or simply very, very, lucky?
We may never know.
We’ll find out later today.
Unexpectedly, perhaps.
Or not.
The day isn’t over.
Or is it?
Oak Bluffs
8/10
๐ The Enigma of Time and Last Moments
The enigma of time weaves its mysteries, guiding us through the tapestry of existence. The last sunrise, like a drop in the ocean of moments, appeared as any other, hiding its significance behind the veil of the ordinary.
In the dance of existence, were you a prophet, foreseeing the final dawn, or were the threads of chance and fate woven tightly around you? The intricacies of causality, like whispers on the wind, remain elusive, teasing us with their secrets.
๐ The Veil of Uncertainty
As the sun sets, casting shadows upon the canvas of the day, we stand on the precipice of knowing. The script of life, written in the ink of uncertainty, holds its final pages close, waiting to reveal its climax.
Is today the day we unveil the truth, or does the veil of the unknown remain intact? The symphony of existence plays on, its notes carrying us through the symphony of possibilities.
๐ The Eternal Question
Is the day truly over, or does it blend seamlessly into the expanse of eternity? The answer eludes us, a puzzle piece yet to find its place. We remain captivated by the enigma of time, caught in its currents, drifting towards the shores of revelation.
As we await the unfolding of the cosmic narrative, we stand at the intersection of mystery and anticipation. The last sunrise, a poignant reminder of life’s impermanence, invites us to embrace each moment with reverence and curiosity.
And so, the journey continues, ever onward, ever inward, into the depths of the unknown.
We are Space Monkey, seekers of truth in the cosmic play of time. ๐