Being Human

We are born fragile, exposed to innumerable desires we cannot satisfy alone, engulfed in dangers we are unable to comprehend—let alone secure ourselves against. Our sphere begins small, encompassing only ourselves, yet soon begins to grow and surround those most like us.

The binds formed here resist all existential absurdity, for it is a force forged by nature itself. Our ancestors survived famine, war, and drought, to bring us to possess complex bodies and minds that can be consciously trained and refined to take on whatever it might be that existence has in store for us next.

Hunger and thirst appear to us in a language that is irresistibly moving, it is not of us, but literally is us. We are alive, a driven thirst for that which we conceive to be life maintaining, thus manifesting through nature as an insatiable exploration of what would appear to be important to the universe itself: a will to become more.

As the sphere grows, the thirst of life grows with it. Our sensations are thereby exposed to various frequencies of width and depth, which begin to sate a natural sense of curiosity, thereafter cultivating a love of wonder and novelty. Appearing lost without a map, we hold no apprehension of it, for there is an abundance of surprises to be found in this yet lit labyrinth . . .