I could never be an existentialist as I don’t believe life is meaningless.

Yet I am puzzled by our purpose. The conditions for humanity and our part in place making. We are united and divided by the pendulum that swings between control and chaos. Social mechanisms exerting influence from the culture within which we each exist. Patterns portraying a dichotomy of order, like a beautiful collision.

This order, we chase it to find the truth. But we are filled with judgement, the final bastion that overhangs the beginning of time. Parliament for appropriating the temporalities of law. Humans will find the truth when they have nothing left.

People tell the truth when they have nothing left.