Illusions in a Prison of Dust

[TheVanishingPoint]

The human existence reveals itself as a deceptive mechanism of dust when viewed through an unfiltered perspective. The teaching of "utility" as a vital altar exists despite the fact that this concept disappears when observed without distortion because it stems from the counting nature of our species. Need functions as a coin created by necessity yet need exists only as the void's disguise of purpose to survive. All human accomplishments together with supposed building actions lead only to the inevitable process of destruction because time destroys everything and matter breaks down and progress exists only as a cut flower pretending to grow. The actor on the flooded stage delivers his role's meaning to the audience as the waves destroy the script and consume the entire performance. We create utility as a way to hide the fact that the abyss remains indifferent and the abyss waits without asking questions. Living in this light means spending time to decorate the prison cell where one was born while the occasional glimpse of beauty turns out to be just a reflection of sunset light on prison bars which creates a brief illusion of freedom.