To be human is to live with the knowledge of death, to dream of the ever after, and to kill for that dream. We are anti-social socialites yearning for each others acceptance and care, meanwhile selfishly disregarding the dreams of others for our own personal gain. We are carnivorous, yet compassionate. We are the only animal, we are aware of that is conscious of its impermanence, and it is this realization, this forbidden fruit which feeds and nurtures our desires. It is a miracle that we coexist so seemingly effortlessly with each other, but it is this fragile coexistence that depends upon the dream and our individual pursuit thereof. We walk the paradox of human life and we breathe as if we deserve each breath, as if someone owes us this life for the purpose of our pursuits. Our assumptions concerning the future of our existence provides us psychological refuge from the unknown that we are ceaselessly surrounded with. But it is these assumptions; selfish, selfless, and otherwise that propels us through our story and serves as the sinews of our society. A sort of collection of desires, dreams and dread, a paradoxical wonderland of care and carelessness.
We are imprinted with a past of our passing moments that fills our hearts with love, but inevitably leaves us empty, knowing that we no longer have that which we believe to be ours. There is the forever adjacent but hidden future, filled with our imaginings of days meant to be. All the while we are faced with a fleeting and mystifying present that never seems as triumphant as our futures nor as memorable as our past, but is as real as we can conceive. We are caught between the real and fiction, a beautiful piece of poetry that perplexes as much as it enchants. We all manifest a hollow belief that we understand what it is all about, but at the depths of our soul we are empty and answerless. Without word or expression, we frantically fill the unknown with projections of our imagination. In the end we walked the life of absurdity and ate with the Gods. We lived as if it was ours and loved along the way. And in the face of the dark we will look back on a past that fills us, a present that leaves us and a future that haunts us, in hopes to find that paradise beyond the secret. A silent celebration hidden within the corridors of our existence…
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