One day...

One day man will believe in himself the way he believes in god. Then he will realize that he is more than the one he hoped omnipote. Though he is trapped by a finite time, he is free to do with it as he will. Freed from time, the universe is a box of closed doors, all things happening and have happened all at once without originality to one who will live forever, nothing shall have import. Man, or woman, they shall have beauty, and suicide; tragedy, and love. I for one would rather that, face the terror of death as the end of my existence, than diminish all of this life to nothing but a pretext. And I say unto you that anyone who would try to tell you what is happening now, right before your eyes is not as important as some "should" or "shall" be is only attempting to grasp at the reigns of your mind.