Monday, December 31, 2007

To sleep perchance to dream

We dream our way through that little death of every night to remind us that when things such as we enter the void it bursts forth with new worlds and vast spaces.  Have we not each escaped oblivion at least once before to enter, without effort or act, the flesh of us and our mothers womb?
Oblivion cannot hope to hold us ceaselessly, we are free of it here and now