Beginning to feel the message grow nearer, the word up above that penetrates our mirrors. The idea that ideas don't fight, but move and play for fun of basking in the light. Under this sun and stars and moon, are creatures like us - creatures that move. How we move is chaotic and sometimes orderly, a mixed bag of culturally contained variety.
In this mix is a transforming result, separate from what the motions make out. While in the spin of time we sometimes work in doubt, the message grows louder and can finally be made out. Competing for real, fighting for meals, stealing but calling it a necessity of the wheel - this world is a process, lives called to enrolling, but in the end it's all clearly about more than the whirling.
We wake every now and then to a clarification on hurting, a feeling that lifts weight and removes all burden. A word called love that treats every same action with new profound lightness and altruistic reaction. It's not by choice, it comes and goes. How to hold on can feel impossible to know. But impossibility is such a small feeling, compared to love's eternally welcoming greeting.
If we had to spend an eternity, which way would we be?