We juggle words, sometimes with much prowess, but the uniqueness and aloneness of each experience will remain buried within us, intransmissible.
Instead of living an unfiltered reality, we prefer to hide in the shadow of words and concepts that belong to another time,
and seek transcendence at any cost.
We are at the most, as Artaud said, just signaling through the flames.
It would have been easier to participate in the main game, but at what price?
The sixth mass extinction has already started.