Infinities

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. In this infinity of commitment of crime and sin, it lasts longer while other infinity stays smaller, and gets smaller with every passing  instance. It's scary. The commitment of sins leads to self-doubt. Redemption exists but it lasts for only some time. Recurrence evaporates feelings. The notion life is short; enjoy it to the fullest is but a lame excuse to commit sins. So what does it mean to live to the fullest?  Living to the fullest requires you to be transparent; it requires every part of your body to be aching in pain; agony; love; spontaneous; being able to tell people that they're assholes and vice versa. I want the other infinity to be longer. The distortion exists with in. Two entire universes exist with in. We just have to be careful not to feed on the spills. We just need to stick with 'it'. 'The greatest Jihad is to battle your own soul. To fight the evil with in.' How many times more? This was the last time.

This is probably the vaguest blog post I've ever made; and I like it this way.