People die, they suffer in living and in dying.
Their suffering passed on to passers by, to passers on, to relatives and never gives a damn who catches it's hurt next.
People live in fear of living, houses fall and jobs tumble, they fear for change, for giving change to the homeless man, whose home getting plan fell apart quicker than theirs, they fear his present, not knowing his past, but in their present situation, even that one coin makes them fear for their tomorrow, yet they happily dish out dollar, pounds and cheques for worthless items that television tells them they must have next.
People live in fear of dying, of the doing and the seeing and the not ever going to know. What's beyond, which side of the coin is better, a godless universe obliterated to nothing, eyes open blackness and never again love? Or a universal god, judging all and demanding blind love for the chance of being turned away at the gates for some indiscretion you weren't even told discreetly you were unable to indulge.
Where I stand on all this is insignificant, because I might just have scratched your car, and that may just be the worst thing imaginable.
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