Like glass on a high shelf, life encapsulates a treasure.
Most treasures are often hidden; in plain sight and out of its natural alignment.
Life, however, takes on a visibly direct form of address. It hides nothing of fact.
There lives many truths of matters in the composition of its compounding layers of relevance. Truth knows no death.
A state of death is also a state of living --- existence being its truth of life.
The Twists of Fate
Life is inescapable, death being also.
Like infinity, one existence intertwines within itself and with many.
Nonetheless, there lives a disaster in the pleasure on this no-end overwhelming to the mind and heart; another two aspects of fact.
Fact bounds to permanence of an impermanence unproven in its fashion.
These reflections of life in fact and in death shape the world in its world of theories, existing in knowledge attained yet unattainable.
To be saved from this crisis requires a sight of oneself in a day promised in uncertainty continuously.
The Eyes of Time
A single sight harbors a vision durable to pressures of upkeep of the beholder's witness to both past and future tidings which remain invisible.
Sight: a gift of a gift of gifts; life prevails itself.
The gift of life rewards an experience, it being a pair of glasses within the dark space of the mind and/or an extension of that darkness in its light.
Eyes are precious to the state of living in the mind and outside of it.
And like life, their preservation conducts a heightened awareness necessary to the survival of time's delicacy every moment of the day.
