We are the only species that spends its existence trying to figure out what it means to exist. We arrive in a world whose past we did not witness and whose beginning we did not choose. Yet we find ourselves here- called into existence, already part of its silent continuity tasked with painting our own stroke without ever being shown the full canvas.
We are the only species of living being that weave through the fabric of its existence trying to justify it- a temporary pulse of energy asking the eternal answers. In this ever-shifting dance, we are the point where the finite heart beat meets the infinite “why” turning our brief transit into metaphysical anchor. While the rest of the natural world is content to simply be-to hunt, to grow and to survive- we are burdened with the unique “glitch” of self-awareness. We do not live; we watch ourself living; and in that watching we begin to ask why. Read More