Bone China

I know what nature had in mind for us and the failures: 
such is the way with wishless vanity and superficial gifts. 
Appreciation comes with reflection, thus the ego was given 
life. The rest is a history of the separation from survival 
and the birth of seeking ourselves within ourselves.

An amazing power for self-destruction and an otherwise numbness 
of awe. The surrender was not so easily programmed, as conscious 
choice fades in the light of our need to be the sun and to be the 
moon and to be everything that is, and we are. To invade and occupy
those things we have rightful possession of: ourselves. To kill until
the killing is done, which it will be soon enough. As I said, it came 
as a mirror, a reflection: a weak will, or a foolish hope, is what we
were fashioned of, cracked and broken, all.