A Book Unread

    This reality eludes me. It’s not because I am sedentary, but because it is ever evolving. There is no way to comprehend all the outcomes of every decision, which makes it all that much more complex. If only it could be imagined, a world with a beginning and an end and we all had a copy of the story. Would life…would the world be that much different?
    All through this place, individuals make their way through the fog, living each day as if it were the previous. Their eyes glazed and their brains functioning at idle. Everyone survives by making their required quota of interactions, going back to a familiar place (home?) and shutting down. This is the story of living, and it is all wrapped up by beginning it again at each new dawn.
    The truth is often overlooked while people emphasize their abilities of pain and love as an explanation for reality. This is often tip-toed around as if being sacred, like these ‘feelings’ are not part of the required daily interactions needed to be considered human by the rest of society. For in a society without love and pain, we simply become beasts? Entering this territory perhaps allows for too much gray to enter a world of light and dark.