All Signs Point

To ourselves creating

Our collective reality

Or our (soul’s) self

Creating a subjective one

Even if not, could you

Think of a better way

To take responsibility

For every action that

One utilizes their behavior

Or context of words to

Manipulate an outcome

To one’s own liking

Not for karma or justice or

Approval from God / Word

But simply for the

Sake of experiences

Exhaustively repetitious or

Seemingly brand new





“The heaviest burden:

“What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you:

‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh… must return to you—all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself.

The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!’

Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him:

‘You are a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!’ If this thought were to gain possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you.

The question in each and every thing, “do you want this once more and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight.

Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?”

― Friedrich Nietzsche



Don’t let it crush you

Otherwise, it will

Infinitely crush you




Consider then, having experienced

Infinite births, infinite deaths

Infinite loves at “first” sight

Infinite failed tests, infinite success

Infinite toe stubs, infinite headaches

Infinite marriages, infinite divorces

Infinite children, infinite good jobs

Infinite bad bosses, infinite, etcetera’s

Infinite bowel movements




“Ooops, I think I’ve gone too far,”

– George Carlin



How, after all of that

Does one not consider the

Miracle of each moment

Passed through infinitely




“Infinite Dreams”

“Infinite dreams, I can’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn’t hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams

Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again

Someone chasing, I can not move
Standing rigid, a nightmare’s statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?

Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
It’s getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.

Even though it’s reached new heights
I’d rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder, it makes me think
There’s more to this. I’m on the brink

It’s not the fear of what’s beyond
It’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?

Can’t all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you’re an unbeliever
Spiritualists? Well, me, I’m neither

Wouldn’t you like to know
The truth?
Or what’s out there to have the proof

And find out just which side
You’re on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?

Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself, even within my dreams

There’s got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I’d like to think that when I die
I’d get a chance another time

And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again.”


– Iron Maiden