on this seemingly quiet evening when
Olympians from many countries, toil in the tarmac, at stadiums in
Rio de Janeiro, to beat old records and create new heights,
elsewhere, busy minds engage at work to find ways to solve the biggest conundrum,
that is life itself;
A selected few, with no appreciation for art and culture, engage in anti-thoughts, and any progress (whatever this means) that one has just made is annihilated by its very opposite.
All that would last in the end is the vast emptiness,
like the mind, that is endless, unchartered, and thus the blind oblivion itself.

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