Hope, love and humanity.
Many have pondered over the very meaning of creation
amidst the surge of machinery that amplifies humanity.
But I turn to you,
great Talos of Crete,
who was destroyed so easily
despite Hephaestus’ near perfect design.
Such is our struggle now too,
I suppose.
Fighting with beings of a new age,
as the remnants of the age of man
that fight to remain true to themselves.
Though, I daresay,
human ingenuity lies not in our (un)perfect creations
but in the meaning behind their very reason of being.
As are we, simple tools for the realization of a cause,
existing in time and space
simply because of a ripple of imagination and dream,
with which without,
we are naught but vibrating atoms with the ability to consider their assembly.
I question thyself, kind reader in a faraway time,
‘When will you finally enjoy life?
