Existentialism.

Sunset. 08.2007.

There was a time when I wept at twilight, for it was the death of the sun, the day, the light.

For I have walked the precipice on the edge of death, and saw how sharply do the cliffs fall. And the darkness beyond is as intense as anyone can imagine, a darkness without light, without even the dream of light.

Rarely do we realize that life is but a flicker, a tiny peck of color, the merest breath of warmth surrounded by nothing. We are alive within illusions -- that death is distant, ever unreachable -- a journey to which would take all time and beyond. Yet, the space between life and un-life is that of "1" and "0" in a binary system.

"1" you live.
"0" you die.

It has no reason. No rhythm. No meaning. It is the fate written in all our stars -- a vast river thundering towards ... what? The gods only know.

Therefore, consider: What do you have to fear?

Carpe diem, and live.