“We are mere mortals of energy, captives of our minds and clothed in emotions of needs and wants.”
Our determination, like our energy and hope, rises then falls as we move through moments of trial, times of troubles and dreams that echo the blackness of night. We rise as Maya Angelou once wrote and fall, as Icarus melting, our human spirit fears its limits and leans toward desire, turns Sunflower like to the golden light. We are mere mortals of energy, captives of our minds and clothed in emotions of needs and wants. We fall and rise to fall and rise, again: sunset, sunrise.
To be human is to know imperfection and will, to move within and beyond dogma, pulling possibilities for the future, forward. Being human, means knowing limits and embracing learning through repetition and time, through the rise of hope and the tug of intuition. Centuries of our making are within our cells, colliding and culluding to transform who we are, deepening our relationship with the universe from which we came, creating both possibilities and problems.
There is no doubt to our rise of evolution, nor the possible fall to our knees to nature. We rise and fall with fear and hope, and the curiosity of a child that knows no limits.