To find tragedy in that which ends.
To realize the plinth of Michael Stipe.
For the unity of extinction.
For the absence of God.
Because of the potential that humanity has fallen so desperately short of.
To wish Grace in all forms of gesture.
For the amount of lives lost past the point of living.
For the extent at which pain can be felt and go unrecognized.
To fall at the pedestal of the length of human potential.
To be acquainted with the furthermost ends of the spectrum of positive and negative as it applies to organic matter.
To stay up very very late.
In the hopes of achieving a collective generational euphoria.
To acquire traumas as a means of maturity.
To rest in peace.
In the hope of achieving a state absent of desire.
As courageous to face death.
A.moore
