A thousand years from now our stories, legacies, beliefs and all that we stand for shall be told, talked about, perhaps even forgotten Some Will choose to believe and others be inspired, some will conspire and some will choose to discard
But it turns out the most important thing is to live With or without the legacy Souls perhaps immortal but the flesh a victim of the clock You only have now I keep asking myself the most fascinating question and not just the fact of being present but the intensity of awareness within and beyond us spins a wandering wheel of shivers down my spine So I ask Who am I