We are the same, you and I.
Awash in trivialities, our lives play out, without instruction, unpracticed, unlearned, to the endless re-enactment of biological imperatives, pausing now and then to ponder our fleeting, puzzling existence, spiraling like a leaf descending from a high branch, frozen forever in time. We tell each other stories, pledge affection, laud the sacrificed, wander in abstraction, struggle against hunger and brutal deeds, imploring, imagining, endlessly seeking insubstantial meanings and futile destinations.
We are the same, you and I. We hunger and thirst, strive, sing, celebrate, laud, commiserate, and embrace.
Those who come after us will do the same, without instruction, unpracticed, unlearned, endlessly repeating.
We are the same, they and we.