EVERYTHING DISSIPATES

"It is very rarely that an ocean empties itself of its waters"

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

Everything syncopates or dissipates, 

Such is life, such is time, 

Such is man.

Uttering a prayer or a curse,

Emotion or a statistical error,

Such is man.

Mystery within a mystery,

Matryoshka within a matroyshka, or

Pandora's box. 

Inevitable. 

The grains of time are running through our fingers.

Not even our fingers,

Not even the palm of the hand,

Nor the hands of a clock, 

Can hold the little grains of the sand,

Only an ocean and the universe can.

Like a child trying to keep the  fireflies in a jar.

Futile.

We can't hold anything or anyone.

Illusion. 

Death is just the door to infinity,

Eternity...

Of which time is merely a snapshot.

Hope my snapshot shows me smiling along with so many souls that were before and that will come  after me.