A sign from some higher source?
Faint imaginings of something more?
Couldn't be.
For each we are ships unto the sea.
No waves direct our paths, we navigate these waters,
we know these currents.
For to unsettle this ship would require more...
drastic changes lie ahead for weary souls.
And the time is now.
Convince yourself of nothing more.
Why not nothing?

So in thinking you were right what did you discover? What led you to believe? Into what fathoms do we dream only to awake to this. My flowers need watering. Ah, the power of creation. That which we do with our time. And what did you discover? Answers would be nice, but that would require faith. Faith in others observation, or faith in my own perceptions. Faith, god damned faith, but as long as we exist we might as well believe in something to adhere our consciousness to. I don't want to live with the alternative. Death. Life without some faith is no life at all. Not faith in god, or truth or some other abstract concept, just the faith in our perception. For even that is built upon assumption.
Gentle time do despise
Create me with your gentle lies
only to unfold time
Why?
In what creators bliss
A moments prolonged kiss
A microbe upon some desolate shore
Does make me?
To be is to be
Nothing more
But I still stand upon this floor
waiting to create
emancipate
Cannot help but wonder
why not nothing than "Nothing more"