we’ve been taught from the age of 5 that loss hurts; when something that once was is no longer there it is cause for mourning. imagine a world where none of that matters – when sayings become law and the only thing worse than dreams coming true is when things are going so well that you forget what it is to imagine more. focus. as the extraordinary inches ever closer to the routine there is much concern over what next[?]. even assholes need playgrounds. a constant state of change is necessary to fully see the way things are. until the differences are clear everything is the same, but as long as contradistinction remains negative everyone is the enemy. though the ideal lives on in the minds of the innocent, until the possible becomes tangible humanity is doomed to misery.