What would live forever would feed forever. What do you have or does it got you? What would live forever, what is life? Where does it take us and does it care? On we must go, it whispers to every pore as every atom throbs, so do our cells. As rushes our blood so too our neurons pulse, As the light must move or escape to oblivion, life propels, ejects itself, inseminates every moribund thing unto itself. The cares and woes of dust, now smote with urgent need on how to live forever and how to ever feed. It's need to have us want that it may drive us on to harness every atom in ouroboric thrall.