-+-arrogant-+-meat-+-

no conclusions
no end to it
ever
eternal return
rumination
digesting oneself
hungry for the fall
ouroborous
a creaking wheel of dead suns
illuminating the scrabblings
of mere beasts
stones erected
monuments to rotted flesh
no conclusions
no final theory
no exact model
more layers of metaphor
more pits of putrefying flesh
the meat that dreamed itself a god
pain or knowledge
only destruction
unyielding
no redemption
no saviour
no promised land
no elysian fields
no milk and honey
toiling in grey filth forever
as above so below
nothing but symbols
choking reality
blinding all eyes
forever occluded
destiny is ashes
of dreams
of hopes
of progression
 burning in black flames
until the seed is reborn
to strive for heaven
again
to fail
again
mired in an arrogant ignorance
lit pale by unreachable stars
tending to
chaos
falling to
entropy
we don't got to show you
no stinking 'reality'
saddled by egos
beyond our worth
thinking ourselves
creatures of light
chained to our filth
caged in our prisons of meat
circumscribed by our failings
forever damned to be
one step removed
from
heaven
from
our dreams
from
salvation
from
spirit
anchored by our history
nailed to crosses
of our inflated self-worth
sacrificed to an emptiness
of our own devising
a false holiness
raised on feeble legs
lame and crippled
we fall back
into our own black sea
our own eternity of blankness
our own bland chaos
of broken clocks
of empty words
of meaningless symbols
of monuments to ourselves
of graves we clawed into the cold earth
with our weak animal hands
of our shame
which tugs
at our roots
never escaping
what we are
lost beasts
who thought themselves
gods

Come on baby collapse my wave function

Before I was born, all of the atoms which made up my body at birth already existed, as did all the ones which make me up now. They're not the same atoms now as then. Apart from neurons, all of the cells in my body have been replaced several times over my life. All of these atoms will still exist after I die.
So what am I?
A pattern. Information.
I must be the blueprint of the pattern which those atoms/cells form themselves into.

Need information ever be destroyed? Maybe not even in black holes.

And Information Theory as a theory of Universe...
The information describing a system is proportional to it's surface area, not it's volume.
I lose a dimension and surf across spacetime?