Acceptance as Defiance

Thought & image blend with emotion, creating a weird creature of our own creation, & then we attempt to control this creature with language, but the wild horses of desire, of impulse & sensation, cannot be tamed by satiation or speech.

We must accept the existence of an empty space, the place where we exist; the solitude that will always be with us, & that can not be filled by consumption; by that which consoles & poisons in equal measure.

Nothing can save us unless we shred instinct & learn to forgive, & to accept, that sometimes we are scared & sometimes lonely; sometimes hurt & sometimes just horny;

that sometimes we are nothing more than another animal, born of a capricious mother & a vast, incomprehensible, indifferent father,

& that all we really seek is comfort & some answers to our never-ending questions, & that these motivations are in conflict with each other.

But acceptance is not giving up: acceptance is defiance.