Behind the curtains

From the silence, comes a feeling of words, not uttered, yet eliciting a response. As one traverses a world that evokes the senses, rarely do we halt to listen to the stillness of an empty mind. While some may frown upon the very notion of such a state, it is from this quiet dark room that the voices speak. And we wage battle in our worlds to carve out a larger pie in the hopes of achieving an intangible feeling of security while a war of whispers rages backstage to all the commotion.

The ethos of our social being seems immune to such a notion and all the while, dark and strong undercurrents carve out valleys and summits deep within the individual’s moral fabric. As the authors of this force tread deeper into the mind, the one constant is the consistent rise of a singular victor. While many a philosopher has painted this epic saga as the struggle between good and evil raging for the essence in men, the individual’s perspective is as unique as a lone snowflake.

And so humanity plods in this contradiction, placing bets on both sides, hoping to be the few rewarded for their loyalty.