three things - finality, blasphemy and human condition

and duality and singularity and probably so many things I cannot and will not know

A friend in life recently harbored an idea in my head. He told me that he knows me to be looking for some kind of a finality. I loved the way he put it. So much so that I fed that idea before I bred it. I knew I was going to love what it bred as well and I do. It birthed today into words and it is bloody beautiful, strokes my erect need for stimulation and to outlast.

But that offspring - much like most - has the urgent purpose to “be” better than what created it.