I want to exit this existence
and enter the Existential Realm,
where you are promised nothing
but what you choose to create.
Intoxicated with individuality:
Mouths maunder!
Minds meander!
There are no signs of order,
only chance and choice.
Religions are covenants with self:
what you choose to believe.
All temples are temporary,
and all ideas are like people:
they grow and die.
So beautiful, so fragile, so quick to die...
by Lee Edward Reynolds III