The Creation of Men

The walls we build are created and then forgotten. They’re left standing, like ancient ruins once abandoned and now preserved. We’re left to walk around them and through them, but certainly not over them. The walls we build stand in our way. Rather than tear them down, we reinforce them with our Words Actions Thoughts Beliefs Desires Expressions Comments Concerns Concerning us with the least of things in order to make the most of these walls. What then shall you say? No they don’t exist. No you’re wrong. No the walls are meant to be there. Or yes. I see them. I am aware of them. I understand the walls for what they are. The walls we build often protect us a s much as they attack others. The walls we build protect us from those that seek to attack us as those that seek to attack us build walls to protect them from those that seek to attack as well. Reading through a maze is one thing. Roaming across an empty plane is ano...

Sometimes we walk in the serenity. We see our next step and the one after that. Sometimes we walk in the people. We see the next person and the one after that. Sometimes we walk where we don’t belong. We walk through the halls through the streets through ourselves in our minds feeling we don’t belong knowing that they can see. Then other times other times still we walk where we’re needed we walk where we’re led we walk into a realm that is all our own a realm that has always been. Sometimes we walk in waves in patterns in patterns that move themselves and move through themselves. Sometimes we walk and see Feeling like we don't belong. Other times we walk and be There we find ourselves being where we need to be. Walking around UT these past couple of days has been... weird foreign strange extraño different out of pla...

Restless feeling of anticipation, check. Bright, sunny day, check. Sense of adventure and undaunted exploration, check. Everything I needed for a journey through this city was in place. As I was walking away, a couple in their car stopped and asked me, Excuse me, are you from here? Before I could answer this simple question, my mind produced several viable options. Well kinda, I go to school here. Well it depends, are you looking for something in particular that someone from here would know? Well technically, I guess not. But I’m from Texas, does that count? Yes, I’m from here. Afterall, I’ve lived here long enough to earn my citizenship into the People’s Republic of Austin. Government code 4.37B. Look it up. Hmm… Well I guess it depends on what you mean when you say, “Are you from here?” Do you mean do I live here or was I born here? If you mean if I live here, is there a certain threshold of time I need to meet in order to sufficiently answer ...