We spend our whole lives trying to feel something. We also spend out whole lives avoiding feeling something. Whether we like it or not the meaning of our lives is abstract. This is something evolution cannot explain. Evolution doesn't know what art is. How can it? The purpose of evolution is to better the species. On the contrary, if one goes about his life in a successful mannerism and dies with billions to his name, he has lived a cold and bitter life. So many want this because they can see it. So many want this because they crave respect unhealthily, abnormally, and obsessively. Not many want what they cannot see. Not many want what they think not to be real. But this is what we need. It is what our nature is trying to tell us we need.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of rain on a summers day, or the smell of fallen leaves in the autumn. The sounds, the feels, the tastes, the expectations and doubts, everything that we know and love, everything that we hate and despise. All of it, working towards a burning inside. A knowing, a willing, a happenstance to peace. Everything of it, and more.