I have been told a lot of things in life.
One of them is that ignorance is bliss,
another is that I can do anything I dream,
my favorite is that hate and love are beasts, and one must feed what one wants to grow.

We are simply distracted from the truth.
A truth sharp as a sword, cutting us to our bones, and nothing but lies do we bleed.
And those who stagger through the barrage, thick with scars that only having a veil ripped away can carve deep, come out stronger but more hopeless on the other side.

Relying on “what we are told”. our ignorance steers us from tearing off a blindfold to feel the searing light of the night on our virgin eyes.
Relying on “what we are told”, a drive to jump off a cliff seems outlandish,
because we assume someone has already gazed upon what rests at the bottom.
At the end.

What if “what we are told” means nothing?
No salvation to be had through ignorance?
No dreams to grasp ahold of?
No beasts to let feast or let starve?

We, a race rooted in hate,
filled to the brim with disapproval for “different”,
will never accept that all our lives
ARE
NOT
THE
SAME.

World, a man’s dream is wealth,
and his son’s is power.
His sister’s orbits redemption,
and her mother’s world peace.

The children of catharsis, without logic, without reason, are dreams.
No one tells us, but only we can see them.
Our mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers
are but an explosion of simple and forever beautiful epiphany.