The grandest sin of human design was our ability to divide and deceive ourselves apart from the divine. To hollow our vision and nurture an apathy towards any depth of our agency or meaning here and now.
And so we've become bound to this world in the worst of ways. Our spirits ignored, and in turn this tormenting ignorance became our rage. Caught between the punishment of our pasts, and the fear of unknown futures, we exist here, eternally now in our consuming misery.
Our love has been suppressed far too long. Our doubts and hate nurtured by a terrible and long dream shackled upon us, enforced by those we wanted and needed, only to find ourselves alone and abandoned in the end. Orphaned of this world in all our frailty.
Some deny the power of expression, the ritual of artistic endeavorings... but I tell you with the knowledge of a friend that such humble tasks and yearnings unshackle the spirit and embrace the soul.
we have denied ourselves far too long. The depths of our humanity deserves some indulgence in this life. Some realization of contrast between the mundanity and otherworldly. Something all these fleeting distractions we've put so much faith into, could never achieve. Happiness with ourselves.