humanity lives crammed uncomfortably between tensions.
we know vaguely of joy and health, but there is sorrow and dysfunction, there is loss and disappointment.
we know faintly of freedom and release, but there is bondage and captivity, there is slavery and addiction.
and so we cry out to gods, to kings, to rulers, to each other; we want freedom, we want justice, we want peace,
we want love,
we want what we have no words for, but what we know exists in our gut, in the innermost parts of our being.
and so we wait, and we long individually and collectively for this inexpressible desire.
we know if we can sense something better, if we can imagine something better,
there must be something better.