how we do it.
We
We see all that is around us,
us select few.
We Know
And We believe it to be important.
Though it tears apart our very existence
Tosses us into the most terrible of trenches
Seasons us with the most potent of spices
We push on
And We strive
for the Us that makes us.
We don't know why
or how
and especially not the What
but it is our only hope.
The fuel that fires the furnace
of the ever-present idea of pushing forward.
There are many of Us that don't believe,
but that is what separates us.
There are many that know,
but knowledge isn't understanding.
Understanding is self-sacrifice
And although coming to this understanding will cause you great pain, anxiety, fear, sorrow, hopelessness,
hopefulness, bliss, passion, compassion precede and postscript
The chasms that you know and dread.
For you've been there before
and you may never leave
but you accept what is given to you
thanks or no thanks to the mysterious forces at work
and of course
you push forward.
