Each morning we rise from our beds with heightened resolve in hopes of conquering the coming day. Divided by our social dichotomies, we shuffle from our beds into a world of injustice. A flourishing ecosystem where the weak are preyed upon by the morally weaker. We prepare ourselves to witness the inconsistencies of the day before so that we may defeat them. We instill within ourselves, and our children, the strength to venture into this cruel and beautiful world to find what we need and to dispose of our weakness. As we wake to face another trial which will test our inner-fortitude, we are tempered through the warmth of the Summer Sun; pounding ferociously against our necks. The gentle warmth that once graced our waking face is soon transformed into the blistering heat of the stagnant day. The comforts we once enjoyed are quickly evaporated by the hot and deceiving torture of the afternoon. Is this not the promised time of year? The all-awaited hour of our possible salvation and inevitable damnation? No. I will not suffer in this heat. I will weather this season positioned against the cold trunk of a shaded tree. There I will wait, and see, and question what I see in the hot open air of Summer. I will not sweat this heat away and I will not allow it to consume me with the Earth. I will survive; I will thrive, and consume all that the World has to offer until I am nauseous and sedated with my gluttony.
(work in progress…)