As the street unfolds before me... every single one seems to look the same. Only a chorus of wild dogs can be heard somewhere in the darkness, keeping the void of silence at bay. Wanderlust - roaming this moon-lit labyrinth of the everywhere. Must find shelter before dawn, must get this pain to stop.

What is the purpose of all this??
Heh miss me?
No, not at all, I was enjoying the silence.
Well I thought id take over for awhile... you've been in control long enough.. its my turn to drive
I don't have a choice do I..
Do you ever...

And this purpose you ask?? When are you going to understand that you are the bringer of chaos.. what you are looking for is the meaning - First you have to understand that all things have a purpose - but not all things have meaning. So simple. So human.

Well in that case what would be the reason for living?? Isn't human life all about finding the meaning, more so than understanding purpose?? Often purpose seems to get muddied under the search for the meaning.

AH! And there lies your enlightenment... the sun serves a purpose... but has no real meaning. You can spend a lifetime looking for the meaning but at the end off the day all you find is the purpose. The same principles are applied to chaos - Its purpose drives the revolution of this planet... but its meaning is mostly for its own existence..

I've had my share of chaos... sun... moon... love... words... thoughts... this must end and I will destroy you.

HAHAHAHAHA! You are at the mercy of your master!! Only your master decides your fate, And your master IS CHAOS!

So you are saying that I am the helpless slave of my master?? My free will is a myth?? We'll see... We WILL meet our maker in the void and we'll see who laughing then..

Yeah we will see indeed. Fool yourself all you want - but our fates are bound and have already been set in motion. You and I are but pawns in this celestial conspiracy. The sooner you accept your fate kid, the sooner you get out of the way of progress. Can't stop the cycle... so just sit back and relax... the show is about to begin.

The sudden scent of flowers, drafting on the breeze of this iron jungle, brings the senses rushing back. The repetition of the gravel beneath me help to ease the transition process. The gentle fragrance in the air has a familiarity that can soothe even the most wary of traveler. Heart begins to race...

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