We're all just killing time...

Aren't we?  It's the ride not the destination, right?  Because we all have the same physical destination?  Life feeds on life, the leading cause of death is being alive and as long as it is a cliche addled diatribe, here's a quote or 2 for you:

Louise:  How did you get here?
Johnny:  Well, basically, there was this little dot, right? And the dot went bang and the bang expanded. Energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday...

And, "I've got an infinite number of places to go, the question is where to stay...

Bereft of heart and soul

The more the noise the less the clarity
What is true?
What is pure?
Blaring noisy distractions
It's NEW or AWESOME or WILL MAKE ALL YOUR PROBLEMS DISAPPEAR
Another smoke screen
Trade magic for fact
The illusion of homeostasis
Existence vs living
Make no mistake, we are all dying
The question is, how's your journey?
The destination is the same

Trainwreck

Ever had the feeling that destiny sits in front of you and you catch a fleeting glimpse of the close of the ride and you are not quite sure if you are excited for the finale or incapable of changing course? Watching helplessly or happily.  A fading clarity obscured by the noise of banal reality.  Buy the ticket, take the ride...