When in darkness we were born, what were we, but hollow in sight and sound. Our days were of routine
… the basic
… the small
… the limited
… we eat, we drank, we excreted, we procreated, we slept, we woke to begin the cycle over again until our lives perished in time.
But is this life?
If you posed this question to me, then I would have said yes, but what we become, I would say no.
We knew only of this basic way
… this simple cycle of the world and life
… we had no names, no words, and more importantly, no dreams.
Our knowledge was small, and the bitterness of the world we were exposed to …. We found shelter where possible, and found our food through slow meandering. We were just basic animals.
In the cold, we lived
… in darkness we lived
… in nakedness we lived
… if you can call it living …
