D K

It is all just a process: break in, decay, break out. Sure, it sounds simple...it is. Decay is a strange word isn't it? All it means to most people is, well, "to break down, to deteriorate". Not to me; decaying is life itself. We all decay, every hour of every day. We start out wet, naked, and pure. We are held tightly by a -hopefully- loving figure; the only other person we had ever known up until then. We break in. We are screaming, writhing, bloody, and new. We break in. Then we begin to decay. Decay, decay, decay. Every single hour, every minute, of every day. As we grow, we fall apart. We learn and we get to know just how this existence really works. Is it terrible, disgusting, sad, and sick? Of course it is, it reeks of decay. Is it beautiful, wonderful, memorable? Yes. Maybe you think you get wiser, but are you ever really any wiser than you were at the beginning? Darker perhaps, a little less whole, perhaps. The absurdity of everyday human life: the ecstatic highs, the crushing lows... What can it all mean? It all chips away at you, like waves on a cliff's edge.

Life is only a descent. But it does it follow any laws? Are there any rules of science that apply to the human experience? I'd dare to say no. It is the only descent that ascends. As you gain, you lose. The more you know, the less you truly understand. You decay for years. You know this, and you know all of that. Eventually, you break out. By that point, you will have gained enough knowledge of this existence, spent enough time wandering about, to be afraid of leaving the very same way you came. We all break out. Do any of us know what happens next? Of course not. We are creations of decay, and our race will forever stay as such. But in the end... What else would you expect?