eight billion years v3

eight billion years is a difficult

measure of time to wrap ones thoughts 

around. it has been pointed out in the science

and astronomy community that this is how long

it will take for the sun to burn itself out. In a grand

blaze of galactic fury indescribable in intensity and

magnitude, all that is our corner or infinity will be at

once dust which will become other dust and other stars

will be born. in the final hours this god of our past will

decimate all that was once holy. growing to one hundred

times its original size it will eat we who knew for certain

what time meant. and yet will man be long since burned out? 

will we beat the sun to its final destruction? 

will we beat the sun with nuclear fury? the number of nu-

clear weapons on the earth is immeasurable. there are enough 

to explode any earth in a cartoonish manner, several times

over. is this born out of a sense of necessity that no matter

how much people rebel against the onslaught, we can purge

them. we can remove the need for life to exist in any manner in 

many new and interesting ways. this many times over. many times

over. should we watch them all burn? these men who just simply

refuse to respect how the rules go. is this the security tax that must 

be paid with blood and confusion? there is a purpose to the machine

we are told. the complex is multifaceted and military in drive. we are

the economy that poisoned reason with a need to be normal and connected.

what is the nature of a god’s inner turmoil, is god still the sun?

 what is the nature of god’s need for placement in the light?

does god make us or did we make him? what is positive reinforce-

ment? we need to die in order for our real lives to start. we are

not whole until we meet what made us. if god made us

does he want us to die? are we our own best excuse to do wrong?

if to die is to be one with eternity then we kill to be in the light.

we are made by a being that wants us to die to be close to him.

 does my god have a thousand arms, a million I’s or the atom as heart?

cliché to even ask. the sun is very much still the god that we

worship. he will, in an impressive gesture bring us all within his bossom

and birth new star stuff. in the heavenly flames of hellish fire new life is

made of our emotions. our minerals reduced to a state of chaos by the

sun god - gods son. eight billion years will suffice for at least one

of the answers. in the final flash all thought will be made stone.

the equation is in the final flash, the stone, the elegy of permanence.

we see the god filled with turmoil, the innermost nature of which is

flame. stars, always the patient ones, will beat the sun to its final gesture.

what is the nature of god’s need for placement in the light?

will we beat the sun with nuclear fury?

eight billion years is a difficult measure of time, the sun

growing to one hundred times its original size it will eat we who knew for certain

what time meant. we can remove the need for life to exist in any manner in 

many new and interesting ways. if to die is to be one with eternity then we kill to be in the light. we are made by a being that wants us to die to be close to him.

what is the nature of a god’s inner turmoil, is god still the sun?

will we beat the sun to its final destruction? 

eight billion years will suffice for at least one

of the answers. in the final flash all thought will be made stone.