In the end

I’ve worked since three and in a couple of hours I’ll be home, if everything goes as planned. I was handed a hefty list of security panels that were going off and required inspection. More than ninety-nine percent of the time it is due to construction taking place on that given location. The rest of the time it is safe to say that carelessness has taken place on that location. Nonetheless, safety is not taken lightly by our superiors, as it was gorgeously illustrated by my stunningly beautiful coworker a few months back on paper. Ah, Daniela. I remember seeing her and I often think that anywhere I may sleep tonight I will always be in the arms of a woman who allowed me in. I saw her today. She was, as usual, ravishing. That was my focus, and not one to be weighted in any romantic sense; I am way passed my prime on nativities. My approach is full of masculine traits, unaffected, seemingly in control, serene yet vigorous, crushing tenderness. I am gentlemanlike, but I don't suck up. We mate just like other animals do, and though our rituals are complex and frisky at times, however, we can’t never fully escape our nature. I haven’t become a cynic either; I could very easily be taken off guard and be left for a brief moment, wandering aimlessly in a unfathomable land that no caution could have avoided. Beauty is a high, and it often takes us for a ride without asking us for our permission. But then again, so does madness. Quite frankly, I understand little of these things although I am always curious and constantly seeking, I am found at times when my search ceases or something extraordinary suddenly takes shape and color before my eyes just when my curiosity was on a low. All of these contrasted similarities, all of these ambivalent causes are transitive in nature. Eons wasted in giving names, erecting infrastructures and casting shadows over all the wonders that surround our very us being here right now; these names, like the ones our parents or guardians chose us, tell little, if any, of the whole phenomena. I suspect with fatigue beside me now that the problem may partly lie in words being able to express so little. Even if I were to give a detailed account of a particular reminiscence or event through language, it's a wavering death amidst the torrent of light that lived. Science relies on language and yet language itself is limited. It appears that the experience seems so vast and intricate for this insignificant tool to absorb it. But at times it captures just that. Like a picture, no matter how good, can never translate movement, suddenly mutating into a lively interaction. We can imitate and we are getting far better at it. Perhaps in the end we will decipher all of these very complex happenings and figure how just why and what and from what and to where and for how long we are, were, and will endlessly be. Perhaps then all of the mirrored mirages that surround us will be broken into a million pieces. If we were to be at that moment of discovery and rediscovery, I think we will find that our resemblance will be to the image and likeness of ourselves. I think that the possibility of divinity will be before us in the shape and sound, the texture and taste we give. For now, we will settle for a good night sleep after a little bit of pot once home, the company of our loved ones, the hard earned money of our labor, the help we extend to those in need, the goals and liasure, and the hope for a better tomorrow.