The destructive machine of life turns ever so slowly clearing a path to silence, darkness and a void filled with isolated emptiness.
The search for worth for meaning for purpose ceases when it becomes more like a battle and you surrender to defeat.
You are invisible and the bullets fired at you by your enemies pass through like a collective drop in the ocean where you watch from below in your newfound refuge knowing that they no longer have the capacity to injure.
Their repugnant and destructive purpose now lost and the vigour used to propel them now futile and squandered.
The crusade they embarked upon now theirs to endure. A gift I give them as a victory.
They have led me to peace and freedom from the machine that once bored a path to my destination. They can use their free will now to build a path for their own journey or continue building roads to destinations for others.
They can find solace in their proficient capacity to build and demolish roads.