It's taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here and I've learned I've learned absolutely nothing, as I'm standing here alone, upright, and motionless. And I'm drowning in her sea. The rising and sinking of every consciousness I've ever known Now detached and disconnected.
The endless cycle of idea and action, endless invention, endless experiment, endless hope and endless disappointment.
When I thought all I needed was just one breath to stay afloat, for me it was like... like the breath, the last breath, the last breath that I never wanted. Any of this.
I never thought that this would capsize, but this isn't a boat, its a coffin! And now I'm moving forward. Into the sea, into the great sea. So I begin with the end in mind.
Cycles of heaven, 20 centuries gone by, Twenty centuries go by, come home.
But the end is coming like a flood. It's going to be, a year for growing and the greatest amount of forgetting.
My sea is dying, but death is a doorway. And at the very root of me, i know this.
It's the greatest reminder. What a broad world to live in, what a sea to swim in.