voidsent vision

Impetus dictates what was there in the beginning, unbegotten as a passing thought.

Someone created you, long ago. Or, you were there before even them. But you are, regardless, old. By your very definition, olden. A thing of the past. None have the power to update you, because you are not wants nor fears. You are the feared itself.

What you want is irrelevant; what you've chosen is at hand.

Not.

Wanting is a present-tense fluxuation; in terms of infinities, wanting is countably larger than choosing, even though your choices, cast into the past, last forever, via cataclysmic and untenable ripples.