Pain #1

It lies just above, resting upon its arbitrary prey, drowning it. It consumes and cultivates what is beneath the shimmer of its surface. Small perturbations, like ripples on a pond, give rise to a paroxysm of pain.



We observe and influence the world through our carbon constructs which are thusly confined to certain degrees of freedom defined by the laws of our reality. These worldly shackles are strengthened by the multiplicity of factors which give supposed discord to our lives. They are felt loosened by our ability to discard what is deemed irrelevant to our chosen interpretation and our acceptance of the result.