Noose

Noose

In the world of eternal illusions, being an ascetic is unnecessary.
Part of the invisible blue of the cosmos wraps the noose around your neck.
You are boring!
You repeat yourself too often! Planet Earth!
How proud that sounds.
Imagine what a bunch of illusions that is.
A combination of the harmony of extremes, phenomena, and people. Apparent uniformity of living.
Lack of will and the illusion of creation. It's people.
Parts of the invisible blue cosmos are separated. Mortal atoms exist within the unrepeatability of time. Only unbridled greed for a piece of the cosmos creates the illusion of their eternity.