Drawing breath in the realization, that everything may be nothing, because sometimes there a no easy answers
That growth is the only evidence of life and exposure the only celebration
A daily dose of vicarious mediation
Our daily bread consumed in faith or in fear?
Do we manipulate the scenery or does the scenery manipulates us?
Individuated through compassionated atomism
Branded on the sleeve not the skin
To accept ourselves before our surroundings
Because etiquette is subjective and there is no black or white, nor good and evil
Of kith and kin to pit and marrow
Auguste Comte was right
Nothing at bottom is real except humanity