Wandering through the intermittently lit, vague and shadowing despite the installation of the opportunity of illumination, the openness of the lit is but a short distance. Get rid of the trash, turn right and go up to follow the illuminated. Is that where you want to go, Busquawker?
The ancient stone wall shows the former entrance. Once virgin forest, then fields and pastures, now returning to its origins. The pathway is still visible. Returned not out of sapience rather merely the economic reality of the small field that cannot feed the biologic epidemic of Homo.
With increasing self-neglect, this species of hominin finds it necessary to replace the hearth with the hospital. Help, take care of me because of my self-induced morbidity. The scavengers lucratively answer the nonsapient plea to a destructive response. Is there still hope for a mind? Take my hand and we’ll make it through this world.
The living and the non, lined up neatly proceeding into the future or past depending on one’s direction. A break in the wall announces a deviation but is not suggested. Do not trespass, or did you?
Beneath perceptions lies the supporting mechanisms that constitute objective reality. The sapient Homo differs from all the rest by considering the aesthetic even here. The engineer as artist is unique to the aware but not a requirement to be identified as human.
Creeping invasion marks the impact of Homo on the eternal. Does this have a value, young Safflower? Opening the door will not clarify because both sides are seen at once anyway.
And you may ask yourself, just where does that road go to? The present is always so clear, it’s Faith that moves into The Future; here the past cannot be seen. Where have we been?