Gravitas
Life, like a line. Going exactly as it should. One thing happening after another, a sequence. In the moment of time we think this is a turning point, where things change, an angle forms in our otherwise linear life. However, life moves as it does, predetermined, hurling toward a final destination. Death is a definition of man's cease to physically exist, however the spirit, our inner-most parts, linger on, furthering this line. Sure, the line that was once two dimensional, like a line graph, is now three-dimensional coming out of the paper and at a person, sure that is difficult for the living in the two dimensions to comprehend, but it is the line that continues, as straight and direct as it ever was. What we do here, today, this moment, matters. Our thoughts, that spark in the brain scientists have not quite figured out, these things becomes our behaviors, which become actions, and eventually, if not made aware and interrupted, become us. We condition ourselves to the peop...