They live between us

We think we are alive out of a convenient blindness to the tragedy or confundity that we are the vessel of perspectives

That the greatest life form is the ideas inside of us and they are battling to possess us. They are bigger than an individual, and that’s scary in our attachment to our sovereignty and our will

And yet the peace we find in a group within which an idea has successfully conquered others, is unmatched

Conquered belies and diminishes their strategic nature, because some ideas fight by whispering in the darkest moments, and others scream at a moment’s notice in the face of opposition

We can try to decode and separate and say we are not our thoughts, our thoughts are not ours,

they are an old and weary friend who is gone by the morning with our wallet, they are the forbidden spark of life,

they are the calm embrace from someone who will never forget the smell of our hair