Everything in my world, every thing, is pointless. What used to fill my veins with adrenaline, with awe and inspiration; what once was to me of utmost desires; these things I'm afraid I've lost. Every thing is all a matter of perspective. When one is in tune with some thing greater then the secular, every thing blossoms. Every thing blooms. Every thing has color and fragrance.
And it is worth a lifetime to spend indulging in such things. Without this perspective no thing means anything to us any more. Or maybe it's the knowing that things are good and fine and beautiful, yet our mortal lives are nothing more than a blink of an eye. So then we are forced to ask ourselves, "What's the point of anything?"
Friends, everything requires perspective. Without it, all meaning is lost.
