spectacular art of Creationand seek to be nothing more.man must contributeman must continue the artistryhow?such a grand questionthe truth iseach personalready does...is already doingor has already done.each, such a small piece in such a grand schemewith such tragically, beautiful,painfully, comicalinfinite types of livessome are copssome are counterculturemost believe they are doing the right thing,and, at the same time, believe they have no idea what they are doing.the wars are differentuniquebut ongoingcontinuousconnectedthe smallest flowercaught on cameracan touch the life of a human, born decades after it perisheswe choose our warsand we chose what influences and touches uswe chose what we perpetuate,we chose what we contribute to,what we say, and what we do.yes there are always sides,not two, but three;yours,theirs,and the truth.the truth is just one simple path,ever revealing and unraveling,it just flows, like the ongoing rivers of Historywe forgetwe live againwhy go through all the painthe highs, the lowsthe heartbreak?why do we keep signing up for this?when we hurt,we claim we did not choose to live -but when we rejoice the decision of passing life on,it suddenly turns into a gift -the gift of life?what are we but the decisions of those who came before us?how strongly are we defined by what is completely out of our reach?wherein lies the possibility of being one with the mastermind, the Creatorthe one conscious consciousness, the Supreme Intelligence, and the lifeforce?is God here, far, anywhere or everywhere; and does it have a plan?i chose not to give up being the owner of my own fatei own nothing at all, but my own fatei know I chose to be herei know I chose to continue the majestic work of nature's arteven through the pain,even if at times, I regret my choiceand deeply wish to shed this human skin;even if it hurts to breathe,knowing Spirit is nothing more than breath at ease;I still believe in the purpose of the human,of each humanand of mankindjust as the bee has purposeas does the rabbitthe owlthe catthe dogthe fireflytheir bodies are the purest art...as humanswe have more choices,which also means more warwe choose what next,what side to be on.if we chose not to be the destructorsif we chose not death, but lifewe can, at the very least, set the tone of our present existenceand at large, we can steer its entire directionwe can choose not to engage in certain unnecessary warswhile others we simply must -we must battle lustgreedenvycomparisondoubtsfear...Egofights aren't about violence and bloodthey are about strengthand endurance;faith,hope,and belief.we have many trieswe all try to perfect the art of living,the best we possibly canwe try hard to make itcomfortable, happy, funpleasurable, enjoyable, goodwe may not act like it all the time,and actually not even know it,or what to do, to get it rightbut within our hearts and souls,we all seek peace.there will be timeswhere we are all to choose and accept deathif we don'twe will keep living the duality chaos,where life and death are intertwined...day and night get confusedgood and evil become relative,never asleep, and never awake.each generation thinks it's more important,but change is also a constant theme;we are here, in