There are no friends or foes, there is just you and your big imagination. Even so, the “we” you say we are still decides to play a game and chase the day away. Charming deception will you spend the night with me? Morality is sleeping in a vast place called “Past”, so I’ll hug you tight as we, once again, dance at the end of Time.
"The cycles of history have run their course, and Earth is in its extreme old age. The human race, after eons of pointless killing over obscure boundary lines or points of religion, has at last learned not to take itself so seriously."
In An Alien Heat - Michael Moorcock
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