Humans are hungry but seldom unite until they start hoping for hope and realize that they are of the same sensibilities, sorrows, and sadness. It must then be true that we are all nomadic, belonging to only that which we choose to settle in, in the moment, and so everyone emphasizes the present, and we fight to forget the past and foresee the future. We are all alike, as brothers and sisters, and if not as anything else, then as a tribe, a social group existing before Palestine, Israel, or American-Indians, or borders of any kind. Once relying on each other for support on the same linear path of life and logic, love and lament. We are united by the voice of hope, divided by the voice of doubt and discouraged by the songs of reality, echoing from sea to sky. And so I find salvation in the sun, a powerful spectral solving many of our problems, before we wake up to them. It must then be true that nothing and everything created by solar supremacy is vain, except our vanity. #Insomnia
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 00:12:51 +0000
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