What is foreign, what is innate?

A world unimaginable,

estranged through alienation,

by an alien nation.

Our nature stained—

if deception is always,

what remains?

Existence is as fantasized, with endless opportunity or hopeless eternity awaiting at every turn. Life was born from Death, Death from Life, for they just are and as imagined to be. Only You decide which world to make your own. Be groundbreaking— choose to dismantle what holds your best self back. With truth controlled, one must pave their own path in a stagnant world. This way of life must be by and for oneself alone. Seek clarity in a cloud of precarious promises but know nothing is certain.

Our innate curiosity for freedom, but hopeless desire to be captive, blows contradiction into truth; there exists a breath of paradox core to existence. You are You— yet somehow, never who You wish to be.

 

I am certain of nothing,

for nothing is certain.

Knowing nothing,

when nothing is certain,

means to be certain of nothing.