And Where The Hills Lie...

Taking a view from above there is no 'below'. Despite the proclivity of admonishing divergence, it remains. Here is where it all happens. Day in and day out there is no 'where' to go and nothing, in fact, to 'do'. I know, the seeming disparity appears non-negotiable but despite our own reality in play much circumvents the restrictions with with we have placed upon the perceivable reality.

As we endure our existence we embrace our subjugation. Are we not the victims we so desire?

In releasing our propensity for embellishment do we not find something which overshadows all else. In determining our fate we cement relationships. As the play enacts our submission we sometimes chaff at our convictions. None-the-less we follow.

There is no where to go and nothing to do.¹