but a mere invectory

What if there is no difference between anybody? What if we are all fundamentally part of the same creation and contan identical potentiality to anyone else and all that differentiates us is timing?
What if the long long pattern of the equations and permutations that are encounters over the period of human life on earth is non-repeat, with the pertinent question - does your mind lead you to this point? this is where i get interested in the possibilities of this "unknown" - what manner of things have occured and what entity has been brought into being and then to it's close, and how does this leave us?
If there is no more us, then is there any "what next?" to ask?
Some people think that there are things to attain, or things to jump over, or things to fulfill. Some people march forward in their minds with the invocations of another person's voice keeping them mindful of this prophecy or that.
Some people hoard the milestones that their predecessors have set up and meter out their days through a heraldic calendar of solid futures, each to be sought in the footsteps of their individual totem.
Some people have a lack of faith and rote their experience of light and air to a dogma of projection

of all things for God's sake! (an anachronistic injection from my appreciation of sense)

values imperfectly mediated and faultily voiced by idiots with loudspeakers.
Projection is a lie that covers nothing, it is an unnecessary lie at that. What if the lies of the projectionists were openly regarded as aural fabric that ennable said projectionists to be clothed for the duration of their life on this planet in regalia and insignia that dissemble the abject exploitation they require? What if that was all that stood between us and our own happiness and widespread generosity?
Is that all? Or what more can be said? What more can I say? All the other thoughts that I've been having while I was typing this, which shall be expanded over the next moments and through moments on other time scales, what other things/something elses shall come?
What if there is no such thing as an ending?

There is no such thing as an ending (from my appreciation of sense)

I am elated to ask the question.