Ever thought what is this thing so called reality, somewhere pupils love their acronyms more than any other mere being, what is this even, a fare of delusional things, where people's qualia is not supportive, what is this abbreviated matrix into so called minds or if I might say it precisely, the fare if fares of NPCs, they call it, I call it, we bound it, even when its bound to be, so it stays, even when its not, what lies in the vicinity, stays in the vicinity, even you though, be it anything, I mean ever thought why do they say that the death of this universe, will come, for its inevitable, I mean does anything matter to you, anything you seek answers for, everything you achieve, it doesn't matter or does it? The universe stays where it was the previous day and eventually you'll die sooner or later, the purpose of life if you might ask was not to pass on what's achieved, but to die in a never ending convention, how much you change it, the much it moulds you, eventually leading to an even win, again does it matter, every move you make, isn't it affecting the simultaneous realities, your purpose, to come to this world, be aware of your qualia, question the reality, become a narcissist, then cynical, go to school, so that its easy for the government to mould you, do some studies and then go to college or a university, then again study, then make love and then eventually children, then wait for your children to do the same, then nothing death is at your doorstep, you did nothing, your wife did nothing, your children will do nothing, just cherishing and perishing, no one shall ever escape this mobius strip of convention, its entry comes from a one way valve, where your conscience burns to several deaths, without even a single atom of residue in your reaction.........