The Change ! ! !

 

Sitting in the comfort of your great i you think that you are so happy. That all your needs are taken care of. Your unhinged world view constantly refusing, constantly reusing all that you know to remind yourself; i exist. You form little schemes and plan your life, your nice, happy stable life. You think that if you all this and that your i will survive. That depending on what you have created be it a good man, beautiful woman, a slob, a millionaire, a working man, a religious woman sinning hymns to whatever god be it material or not will give you rest. Give you fulfillment and impose on you peace. This mythic sense of complete stability that will throne the great i for all time. That nothing will change as right now it is so, oh so stable and you managed to create a world of things that you understand. If you come across things that you do not you either turn away or to everything within your power to make it so that they will adhere to your image. 

 and then; something changes. 

Armageddon of your little bubble of stability. Inevitably snuffed out by the inevitable. Change comes in knocking on your heavens door. Throws you down into the lake of fire. What will you do? You claw at stability in this chaos. You use every trick in the book to bring back peace. What will you do? What I say? Then in a moment of insight you think.. what was this, stability? Was it a dream? I do not have it but why is it that i am still here. I am ... I am ... I am ... i am ... iam... am am am mmmmmm...