https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrUoGJfhMoE

Roads without roads, questions without answers, turning the page the next is blank

Eventually, questions without questions, time without flow, just by walking towards a wall

There is only, impulse without intention, grasping at sand, it’s just another “Myth of Sisyphus”

That is, meaning without meaning, a predetermined time, zero degrees at the polar north, the tip of knowledge.

Roads without roads, questions without answers, turning the page the next is gone

Eventually, questions without questions, time without flow, running into a wall, standing still

There is only, impulse without intention, grasping at sand, it’s just another “Myth of Sisyphus”

That is, meaning without meaning, a predetermined time, even if it is zero degrees at the polar north

I will rid myself of any absolutes.