Texas is the Reason

We people. Hairless bipeds. Crapping, eating, sleeping, waking, loving. We of flesh, bone, ligament. We bound to earth, bound to will, bound to fate. We each naked beneath our clothes, each homeless without our homes, each alone without our families, each futile without our gods, each ignorant without our knowledge, each beautiful without our illusions. Become innocent again. Knowledge is your hindrance if knowledge is your blindfold. Allow no thing to fade the colors you see.

Your black and your white.
They are the same.

There are no answers here. Or there..

Can you see the beauty in war?
Sublimity in explosion?
God in suffering?

Yes. These and their opposite are true.

Can you hear me?
Can you understand this?