Lifetime. Experience, Existence. Duration. A lifetime’s experience of existence of short duration. A contradiction of animal to the intellectual. This tension of competing impossibilities. Some focused on longevity versus possibility of indefinite survival. Some encouraging conflict between past habitual experience against change. Tension itself versus restful sleep. The lights from outside the window cavorting with deep shadows on the ceiling. Toss and turn and pull up the covers against the prying cold and try to settle in until the Sun shows its hand. Impossible to decipher recent dreams just lived through so vividly that now seems a distant echo having been wrung out in another room. What was is no more. Not exactly of course. Most times similar but not the same. The knotted rope offering escape dangling into darkness. The tight end eclipsing into ever failing light. The world as one would like to expect just out of reach all around. Let go! Or hold on tight for as long as you can. Tell me someone truly! What is the difference either way? That selfish feeling that YOU are the creature responsible for creation. The unconscious architect of all you survey. Mind over matter an everyday voice tells you so repeatedly. Is that so? That last dream The one that you can barely remember. Like a dog’s back leg twitching as it moans on in some phantom pursuit. So soothing an effect at one point until the thump. And the futility of suddenly awakened consciousness. What do you know? “Just the facts maam!” Just the facts. Tilted mercury rapidly crawling into the cracks. Love, sex, contested violence, the drama of the eternal quest. All replaced by the dwindling absence of light and the coming cycle of another Sun. Who in the hell are you? What in the Hell brought you here? “Lifetime. Experience, Existence. Duration. A lifetime’s experience of existence of short duration. A contradiction of animal to the intellectual. This tension of competing impossibilities.” It just is my friend. It just is.