In infinity, everything fades.
Reds, purples and greens blur into a dull grey haze.
The spectrum of pain to bliss conjoins into an apex of bland apathy.
The sparks of excitement and glimmers of novelty simmer into unrecognizable specks.
What was once important would lose meaning,
Who was once loved would be forgotten,
And the purpose of existence would be lost.
In permanence, we exist.
In the ephemeral, we live.