The whole world has gone mad and all we can do is love.

The world is ending and all we can do is love.

The whole world is burning and all we can do is love.

Burn, gasp, and claw we wrestle with the cosmos to find a way.

Fight, drop our heads and sigh, the spinning persists and we tire.

How does it not just fly apart? How does it continue?

Who sets the pace of madness, is the breakage inevitable?

Our machines obscure vision and conceal the simpler way.

We had to make it harder for ourselves by trying to be central.

Of course when it unravels we blame the man in the sky.

The heavens we ignored become the reason for our faults.

But the only thing to do here at the edge is to love.

To love is all we have ever needed.

To love with laughter and smile in the face of endings.

To love with hope and dreams as the sun sets.

To love with grit and generosity as all slips away.

To love with peace and comfort when all the machines break.

To love with time and presence at the end of days.

To love with our lifeblood while others fear loss.

To love with all in the face of collapse.

The world is ending and all we can do is love.

The whole world has gone mad and all we can do is love.