Burraq

The longer I live the more I realize I have lived even longer. There is a yearning in my heart far older than my flesh, flesh which I have grown to despise.

The staggering scale of our cosmos at large, and the wondrously intricate microscopic world. We live from impulse to impulse, some barely justified, none understood in context.

How do we break out of this self perpetuating loop. How do we see the world we know to exist. I see only madness in all other paths. Before we conquer our instincts, we must disrobe from the warm comfort of rationality; our mind colludes with them.