My life in Quotes

White Halls As I walked down the corridor I pulled out my crayon. Walked about fifteen feet. Then I turned left. Backed up and turned right. Why did I turn right. The hall here was white, bright white. I started writing in words I had never seen before. I wrote in dead languages. White walls were no longer white. Mathematic algorithms. Things long gone and forgotten. Architecture from eons across the galaxy. Was I walking towards the light before I died. They always say your life flashes before your eyes. This was not my life. This was the life of billions of like-minded ideas planted. Gone in a flash, time stood still. This was not reality just a dream I thought. Is my creation gone. Would there be a birth of new ideas from loss of billions snuffed out.                             ...