Noah

Each morning I wake thinking the same thoughts that have plagued me since consciousness tore my sanity asunder. I inundate myself with questions that have yet to see any form of answer–asides, of course, from those heard in philosophical clamor. And though I wonder whether this eternal chase will lead me nowehwere, I keep an eye on the borders of nihil, and still wander. A wise man had once warned me that such ventures would bear no fruit–that my hunger would remain unsatiated on such frivolous pursuits. But in matters of truth, no words rang wiser than those of Father Time, afterall, he had all answers. But as history had shown, Father Time reigned in silence… leaving madmen like myself to squander life in wooden caskets.

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