Saturday, May 24, 2014
I don’t know why my emotions waver like waves tumbling, tripping over themselves. How come the things that bring us suffering are often things that bring the most happiness? Through gods birthed in heads and naked people in gardens we see human existence as a turning point in the history of the universe. The urge arose that forced us think of stories more intangible than our naturalistic theories so we could have a plausible genesis for our existential confusion. We are so astounded by ourselves but we don’t always choose to believe; it’s an unspoken thing sometimes. Have you forgotten what you are?