With a wall broken down comes the arrival of stronger, sturdier, and most importantly, more permanent fortifications that take the original's place. The Great Wall of China was first built by rammed earth but when it eroded and failed, resulting great damages to crops and exposing the great empire to potentially devastating invasions, it was repaired and expanded upon by tougher bricks and stones. This cycle continued for centuries. The barrier protected ambitious warlords and mad dictators from disturbing the development of a sustained group of people.
But the materials that forms this palisade are pain, hurt, and affliction. It's built on a foundation of regret, false hopes, and unmet expectations. The very blocks that forms its shape are of disappointment and insecurities.
And the wall just keeps extending.
With each successive fracture comes the abundance of raw matter. The sacrifice for its existence is undeniable.
Because the people need to be protected.
That's why the wall is there, right?
Or are we just paranoid? Philosophers have long argued the elemental nature of man: benign, blank, or wicked. What if the invaders are the brilliant geniuses that shall help a civilization flourish and ignite the dream-- the single definitive dream of a civilization's existence. Ironically enough, it's a primitive fantasy that we have known and some argue, the only thing that we know. But it's an ideal, and arn't ideals suppose to be subjective?
Is the dream subjective?
What if that end does not exist or even scarier, it exists but is unachievable.
There would also be the assumption and misguided premise that the people are better left alone, and nobody is okay alone.
Either way, the creation of a wall, however necessary and however miniscule, serves as a source of protection.
And it's all that I've got.
But the materials that forms this palisade are pain, hurt, and affliction. It's built on a foundation of regret, false hopes, and unmet expectations. The very blocks that forms its shape are of disappointment and insecurities.
And the wall just keeps extending.
With each successive fracture comes the abundance of raw matter. The sacrifice for its existence is undeniable.
Because the people need to be protected.
That's why the wall is there, right?
Or are we just paranoid? Philosophers have long argued the elemental nature of man: benign, blank, or wicked. What if the invaders are the brilliant geniuses that shall help a civilization flourish and ignite the dream-- the single definitive dream of a civilization's existence. Ironically enough, it's a primitive fantasy that we have known and some argue, the only thing that we know. But it's an ideal, and arn't ideals suppose to be subjective?
Is the dream subjective?
What if that end does not exist or even scarier, it exists but is unachievable.
There would also be the assumption and misguided premise that the people are better left alone, and nobody is okay alone.
Either way, the creation of a wall, however necessary and however miniscule, serves as a source of protection.
And it's all that I've got.
