Scratch At The Wall.
I have things I am afraid to say. I have things I’m scared I’ll never understand. You have things I’m scared I’ll never understand. You have things you are afraid to say.
I’ll be dead some day and that thing I was so scared to say will die with me. That thing I was afraid would never be understood would die with me. That thing that never got the chance to be understood. An Unscathed surface.
That’s only human.
Like all creatures, we live and we die. But. Do we die? There’s this one very special thing we do. Get a taste of immortality. We are so desperate to have it that we have more religions than I could count on my hands. Most promising rebirth, a reattempt at life, eternal life, to be free from your sins or even from your body.
The scriptures attempt to teach you morals, promising that’s the way of salvation. But these scriptures, they themselves are the attempt of someone to achieve it. Immortality. Not in body, but in mind.
We all attempt to immortalize ourselves in knowledge and in matter. We wish to live beyond our bodies. Find an extension of self that lives past you. To scratch at the wall of another man and leave your mark forever.
Human: ‘Of Man’;
Leave your mark, scratch that wall. Carve into it your name. Of Man.
Or, We’ll forget. Both ‘You’ and ‘Of You’.