This is my Lazarus Pit

Come on in, the water’s warm. This is where all the juicy truths get passed back and forth. Take a few hits on this peace pipe. It’ll complete your existence, replete your insistence, satisfy your religious, atheistic, and atavistic extinctions.

Transubstantiate with me, oh beautiful reader, into the body of your very own Christ. Walk these lines with me and see infinite in a droplet of ink. Open your eyes. See the universe spread out beneath you, the myriad multiverse multiplying mutatedly. Feel immortality surge through you like silver.

For one moment, one lone, long life-expectant moment, you know what it means to be one of the quick. It means running and jumping and hiding and sliding on your belly as we try to stay out of the light, out of the gaze, out of the shadow of old sister Death. Her cloak envelops the world.

Run faster. Streak across the sky like the ISS. It will happen if you try harder, hustle that little bit stronger, sacrifice that little bit more, killing just a little bit more of your self. Go to war with Death. Then you’ll succeed. Then you’ll get everything you ever wanted. You, my friend, are the One.