As we slowly awaken from the gradual dissipated shell of self-protection, the pain also becomes apparent as the anaesthesia fades. In the past, we were so obsessed with turning up the pre-established pattern, believing such blessing would lead us to the ultimate truth, which would eventually become an irreversible evidence of the superiority of our human beings, who, at least, share the appearance with the holy spirits. Yet the route was twisted. The weapon that rose to defend humanity became also a burden, a curse, and a termination of the be-whipped worship. So far, we are still trying to prove the necessity of our exclusive existence in this vast universe through exhausting all our possible capabilities. If we exist, we must exist for a reason, a reason beyond mere existing.
Yet why can’t we admit we have nowhere to end?
When cooperating with this world, every incompatibility has long accumulated an infinite trace inside us. We should have noticed: those confrontations are meant to gain a deeper understanding of ourselves, to realise the individuality of each of us. The conflicts highlight the borderline that defines oneself from the others, and emphasise the rationality of individual existence. The polyphony is thereby used to break the illusion of truth.
Let us confront within the cooperation, feel the pleasure arisen from the vertigo, and experience the surprise while exploring ways to coexist. There never had such thing as had be.
