In this moment I sit. In the same way that we all sit, the way they all once sat; in a moment, of the time omnisciently hovering around earth.
How’s that bound? Visit that space, you might see God.
The gap, too. Between breath where by at least a few accounts, you’re not really alive but flickering in and out of actuality.
The infinitude of that.
Infinitude in general.
Ah shit, I’m being side-tracked. In this place of realising all this, I feel a strong obligation to answer; what will I do here, now?