Make haste slowly

You read that right. Ridiculousness is that way of things all of the planet. We’re all part of a continuum in which we start in diapers, end up in diapers; keep trying to ultimately fail; exist for short time ultimately doomed to disappear. Yet here sitting, typing, watching my incense burn and flicker as the soot layers around the tip; falling to the try. There are no winners or losers in this game since the reason for all of this is unknown and even the concept of winning and loosing is something we’ve created during our stay here. When we’re gone and there are no humans left in the universe will we all be forgotten or might the memory of us linger like the cent after the smoke has dissipated from sight. Ripples in time are the best we can hope for.