Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Fiction/Non-fiction 2
They say everything begins with a question. That it is the consequence of our curious disposition. And yet for all we seek we are not willing to acknowledge our own private confessions. These we hold back with gritted teeth and camouflage with daily soundbites of trivial things. Ours is no longer a listening mind. In this way we fail our true natures. Fear that perhaps we are mediocre creatures after all propels our aimless locomotion, yet only slight impressions bear witness to our passing. Fear that nothing is immanent impels us to create certainty from fiction and identity from falsehood. But we are not stardust, we are not beings of light or divine resonance. We are barely awake.

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