WHERE DID THE OLD GANG GO?

i suppose eternity is a grand thing, but the unspoken meaning
of life is more grand to the individual. 
    the unspoken worth in life is more grand to the individual.
    unless the person achieves some sort of oneness with the flow 
    of time and words and eternity (the wind against the beach grass,
I stare with eyes and mind towards the dark ocean. the clutter of
street lamps are behind me. I come here to see. Let the light
of progress shine behind me.)

we make meaning for ourselves in the meaninglessness.

Eeyore of pulse