I watch my fan revolve repetitively in senseof inffinity Is that how our world is. Keep turning forever, Will the sun rise forever, will the sun rise forever? will the stars decorate the sky forever? Will we human beings breath oxygen forever? Spring comes and summer passes, winter arrives Then dies. But the question remains. How many times will these seasons come and go? Forever rain and never ending snow? How did life start, you see I believe the explanation of the bible? But is it wrong to think that my thoughts are idle and forever doubt? You see I believe in God with my heart and soul. But this forever word is getting old It scares to think that life could just stop. And everything is white and blank like an untouched canvas, the painter has not painted his pcture The painter is God