Thoughts...

I like to pretend that the world is coming to an end,. I do. And there's ...there's a feelin a some sorra wonderous feelin, aye?

To look upon the urth as a baw of nothin, a futile pit of nothin and it's endin then it hus to be good it hus to be good. The pupilt of the body politick - finito. Aw the liars and cheats and theives that rule oor us, stopping forever.

And life always returns to love in the final breaths, the final agony. Regression intae the childish state, regression and absolution but absolution will never come, y'see?

TGo be forgiven of your sins, someone needs to forgive them and I don't believe in God so who else is there? We are all our ain royalty, Divinity and Master.

Is it better, then, to wait for the end in a nihilistic streak of ambition or is it better to jump heid first into the jaws of Death, not waiting for the lanky bony bastard but scaring the shite outta him and run intae his arms?

Is that no better?

Is it?

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.