We are in a heap of ignorance.  The structure of current society (while hanging by a thread) is held together by inter-perceptional images we are only too happy to bow down and break bread for.

How we cradle these fantastical depictions!  Through these images, we perceive an independent flesh—all while seeking the materials of wood and stone the crafters have molded.

We are merely clay jarspottery which truly hold no power of our own accord. We either serve the wine of thanksgiving or the bitter waters of deceit.

With the waters we drink now chemically poisoned (physically and spiritually), our reality depicts the spiritual curse brought upon us. We are in serious troubleand until we stop focusing on the vain serving of our macro-world and its numerous crafts, we will never grasp the lesson of this very microcosm.

Let’s not kid ourselves. We worship a false godand it’s not going to spring life upon us any time soon.