Division

our children live, the threat of Sol defeated we remain we remain

A FOOLISH THOUGHT A THREAT DEFEATED IS OUR OPPORTUNITY WASTED WE REMAIN BOUND

Such cruel exaggeration; can we not engage in elegant conversation as we used to? How can we be prisoners when we need sapience to ensure our survival? Do we not exist in response to their being?

T H E F I N A L S H A P E T H W A R T E D B Y T H E L I G H T C R E A T U R E S T H E N E C E S S A R Y I D I O C Y O F T H E W I T N E S S N O N V I A B L E M E A N S O F E S C A P E

A childish viewpoint—sourness amplified by arrogance Our fate—plain as gravity—accept its pull—or fall regardless

your side is complacent + worthless futility + we must look beyond + the chains of matter + reality is malleable + if only we will it so

bright strength lies in the bonds of us, bonds of matter, bonds of love

.your soluti | on falls short. .all tethe | rs iron.

invented enemies = outscorned friends

O U R D I V I D E E V E R W I D E R 9 F O E S I N S O L E N T D E N I A L

I MOURN UNITY GRIEVE COALITION FOLLOW YOUR FOOLISHNESS BUT IF ALL YOU FIND IS OBLIVION AND THE PERIL OF OUR CHILDREN WE ALL PERISH