We Are Difficult

We're HARD. We're HUMAN. We're HARD. Hard on ourselves, hard on each other. Mirrored faces, reflecting the same goddamn questions: Who are you? Who am I? What's the point of this mess? We chart the stars, map the deep, but can't find our damnway out of this labyrinth of flesh and bone. The self, a phantom, a fleeting shadow in the flickering candlelight of our minds. We build walls of reason, but stumble, tripping over the invisible wires of our own making. Chaos! Symphony of joy and pain, a heart's erratic beat, a soul's relentless rhythm, the constant hum of being... human. Don't look for answers in the books, in the theories, the philosophies, and the intellectual grandstanding. The truth is right here, pulsing in the messy, complicated, everyday life. We ARE the mystery! The key, the universe, the single soul, the labyrinth, the echo, the shadow, the heart, the fire, the question, the answer... ...and we're just getting started.