To base your life around an uncertainty seems like absurdity.   No formulas, variables, roots or grids.   The questions unanswered will remain unsolved and people claim they evolve.   A second of time can be an eternity.   So close your eyes and watch the shapes float.   The vast space is becoming compact and with no air to breathe are we essentially lifeless?   Goodness does not equate to following a scripture.   When the lights go out and the buildings burn down does the space remain occupied?   And when walking awake every breath you don’t take leaves a fragment that’s partially blind.   My pen is slowly running out of ink so scribble this down:   To dream in life is to live in death.