Do you believe in all this?
The opera we draft and stage everyday,
just to hide the absurdity of it all.

I tell you don't reason or query,
but embrace and love it.
For it is what it is -
absurd and meaningless,
humorously sublime, and curiously hedonisitic.
With no heaven or hell, no right and wrong,
no history or epics.

I beg you don't worry about eternal itineraries,
or deathbed contemplations of living "a good life,"
for this whisp of being isn't recorded or matters.
Whether you be forgotten in a year or decade,
or be you a Caesar or a Christ, in years a thousand,
what will matter in a millennia will not be us.