The Scientist's Verdict

The One who made this Earth llooks upon my devices with a flavorful derision. A reaction I perceived to be fear, which could very well be an illusion just like the remainder of all physical truths. The structure itself is impressive in it's design, but lacks any real stability or constant. And so it falls into a domino chain that spans from the bitter end of time, to the temptress folds of a deep, warm nothing I will not fall pray to such abstractions. I shall jump through this shrinking circle this agent of death and disorder that drags me from agonal season to fleeting episode, to second, and second, in a single file line, and leave this petty game.