Everything Is Passing Away

Time. The very essence of the enemy. We conveniently trick our minds in believing otherwise, as if all the time exists, and is on our side. The days mesh with the past like the waves attacking the shores. All this playing out before our eyes, and then we die. Our accumulated knowledge we claim as gold, every insight elevated to the heavens, we then find out that it really amounts only to a grain of sand. We boast of our accomplishments as if they really exist, but then we look around this small planet revolving around the sun, and realize we don't know at all. Our good works sometimes result in more complications. Why is this so? Is it that we don't even know where to step? We think the future can be seen, but then when it is, we recoil in denial, saying to ourselves 'that cant be so '. We put our trust in people who mislead us, as an excuse of not directing our own destiny, we have others direct it for us. Governments, religion, philosophy, and our own mental ego fail us at every turn. Our ego. Ego. The word is only a word. A word that is really a definition. A definition that is defended even to the death, that death mostly being without cause, or the cause being another invented fallacy of our ego. Where is man heading, or do we even know, much less care? Many do not care today, they live only for today, forsaking all else. It has come to the point where nothing matters but self, and as long as self is constantly satisfied nothing else matters. Humankind makes me sick often these days, the begging off of truth from ourselves, the truth to see what is really reality and what we conjure as reality. We are in trouble, and most do not even know this, for they sit in front of there TV's, letting others fill there heads with words of desolation that come in sheeps cloathing. Our earth is dying, we are dying, for we cannot live without the earth. Do we care? Obviously not for we continue to let others lead us as sheep to our destruction. We will not stand up and take control of this reality, we will let but a few take away everything that we perceive and understand; even if this is not much. I see it coming,(I know, I just contridicted myself) like a great black nothingness that will consume us all, ingesting us into its bottomless pit, only to dissolve into atoms again, filling the universe with our corrupted matter. I try to find some light to write about, but there is none to speak of. Maybe enlightenment is not so wonderful after all, and that ignorance is truly bliss. I think not though, and accept it nonetheless.