There is a preoccupation with ascension that weighs on our shoulders. It obsesses us...
Driven to climbs stairways and build steps from our agonies towards the heavens like a tower of Babylon. We want wings but how could we truly know what it means to fly?
How could we possibly perceive a heaven when our only notions are to escape from hell?
This yearning to lift from this world is the very thing which chains us to it. We are Earth bound. Kin of the dirt, and we shall return to it despite whatever monuments we seek to make. In the end all we wanted was to be at peace with ourselves and this world.
All we wanted was to be free.
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