There is no easy way.

The voice echoing across the distance is familiar and promising of comfort. As there seems to be a characteristic of uncertainty. I draw closer..

There is a vast body of fluid disruption flowing between our beings. It keeps us separate and divided. The only thing that draws near is the siren call of that enchanted harmony. The utter of jubilant entrancement rolls of the landscape, momentously cascading the familiar song, filling the air with the melody of those unnamed. We sing together. Although our roots have been planted in conflicting patterns. The soil beneath us contains the ingredients to poison the budding flowers that we have learned to let die. But we envision the majesty as if the garden was always our souls.



Beyond the physical order there is another idea that can be brought to life. As to propose or define the purpose of our race and species. There is no easy way to describe, much less comprehend the realization that our narrow interaction is rudimentary in its practice and juvenile in its attempt to become what we desire. When you look forward the cracks beneath you begin to widen. Your balance can be compromised. The surroundings that you have become accustomed to are unmerciful and without regard to the ideal that you have bestowed. Remember this always in your voyage of shallow terrains. Recite the words of beauty when facing the utmost horrific encounters. Be blinded by light as we are thrust into the darkest of chambers. The idea of creation doesn't stop at the beginning. The fools might try to will it so. Yet, the disturbing formation of the idolized form is overwhelmingly untrue, as we turn to it for guidance nonetheless. The punishment required for enlightenment is far too dangerous to be enticing. So we turn our deaf ears to the choir chanting the indecipherable.






- Ben