Spock would have a heart attack

Silent are the thoughts and many are the deeds of those around us. Linked to all, this circle continues to drive and will fall, throughout the time and space continuum. The paradox unknown. The rift, it widens and sucks in and lets outside any who dare oppose the sight. If your pulse continues, it is to create the throb you experience in the front of your mind.
Touching and feeling our way, grasping through the confusion of swirling answers and convictions taken back. Promises break and the strongest emotions grow faint. On the face of life, make a stamp. ? Curve out the idea, fight against every wish, run through thick fog, we all know of this. The preferred, the chosen life is one of bouncing, spinning, diving. The logic escapes me, for there is no sense, only reason.. explanation. Understand? Do we take the time to think...