Tell me about this trek that we are on
Where we have caused so much damage
And become so scarred
Travelling through time; whatever time is
Although it’s surely just the fact that we continue to exist
And that we are able to move
Which is itself only a neutral aspect of life
But how is it that we can move in good and also bad directions
That must be another dimension outside of time
Time doesn’t tell you what is wrong
It is only part of the arena
In which good and bad are played out
They say that with your life
You ‘write a story’ or ‘paint a picture’
We are certainly painting a picture
But time is not the canvass or the paint or the artist
It is merely the fact that we are able to move the brush
There is another question, a much more important one:
What drives the colours we chose and the strokes we make
That is the deepest of questions
Answer this; can you paint black on black or white on white
There was a point in time when everything was good
Before any human decision had been made
But as soon as we walked, we erred
And erring has become our nature
Or at least our weapon of choice
In the fight for our own lives;
If we have to paint over somebody else face
To get what we want – we do – because we can
So tell me; just what has happened
Surely, nature does what she does
And animals are animals;
Even an infinite number of monkeys
Couldn’t write Shakespeare
But we can; we have
And look what else we have done
Amazing, unbelievable things
And amazingly unbelievably terrible things
On our jounrney through time
We have covered the face of this rock
With immense feats of engineering
Beautiful art and ever advancing technology
And we have also covered it in premature blood
We have lusted and envied and been infinitely greedy
And then let loose all the resulting actions
Like it or not and for all the good we have done
We have journeyed into darkness
And that is where we are – in need of LIGHT
The Dynamic Force 