not a poem, a point.
We are all separated from ourselves, so far and for so long the question arises if a self truly even exists.
We are but veils of morality in battle with driving desires.
The semblance of self falls so short to the rational mind, the unfettered certainties
Death
Suffering
Change,
shifting...
We are but veils of morality in battle with driving desires.
The semblance of self falls so short to the rational mind, the unfettered certainties
Death
Suffering
Change,
shifting...