If the pain is real, so is the joy,

It began with an act of supreme violence– a big bang expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas ten billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan ten billion years ago? Are we born only…

Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet

You can die for a cause, but you can live for a reason.