The basis of confort is a trivial pursuit. Since ages and ages man has been torn into « epicure » goal. Some are more gentle and under a particular goal.. the goal of a lifetime, an achievement where young souls has been entitled to do.. live, work, fuck, party, sleep, repeat. What a nice idea isn’t it ? So nice that it’s such a mesmerised dream foresaw by the forefather. Where you live and die nameless. Where you are just a paw inside someone else game. This is where the idea of a lifetime work is needed. Drenched into a deep fog inside the Amazonia forest you lost any goal and work you ever had. Therefore, here come another day where you awake inside ? But at which age ? 50 ? 60 ? 70 ? 80 ? no more on the verge of death where you feel the need to leave your despicable dusts into this scorched human world. Indeed the 7 liberal arts are a pursue that pertain small group of people. You can call them elite or noble. But here I come, the culture you were born into are a major clivage of everyone mind and spirit. Therefore we are what we are animals inside the deep mind of the collective consciousness.. the haze is real but under the « prémisse » of the moon the edge of the world show it’s true face.
Under a craving skin
The world is whole under one scheme
The will are inside one hand
While the edge of the moon is near the border
Here come the darkness inside one mind
We are what we are..
Animals. After all.LuMi
I am not regular in my posting, I will try to pursue a more stepped schedule. I let go useless matter for a brighter edge, where the darkness are part of the ad Astra per Aspera.