What’s with the question of mortality that puts a price on the living?

What’s with the talk of tomorrow when I can barely see the now?

The much priced eternity is only a concept for fools

Who have lost the taste of the present ‘joie de vivre’

For without this taste

This feeling

This longing

This intense yearning and giving

Eternity is not formed!

Like a seed craving germination without the soil  . . .

Eternity from the future will remain unformed

Until we have mated the now

Thus planting the seed we shall name – ‘Tomorrow’