Every day is a countdown towards something-
a meaning marker. Once we are cognizant of this we become more interwoven-
involved with this idea. Mortality
you plague us with meaning:
If we try and escape this question,
it manifests into distractions. Some of these are highly sophisticated:
sex. lust. drugs. money. all of these are opportunities to experience
a rush. a thrill. a feeling of a moment, fleeting. An experience of recognizing our
mortality. These distractions do not answer its question, though.
Mortality asks us, what is your meaning?
I ask, have you done anything to respond?