Humans are too proud.

All you need to do is to look. Everything you see is a product of our lust, our pride, our raging desires to accomplish something. From the roads we build to ride the bus, to this computer I'm writing on. Someone took pride in it, in its construction, the stability of its foundations, the smoothness of its surface. We immersed ourselves in the physicality of it, dipping our hearts in the material.

But it doesn't last. Computers fail. Roads wear down, and break. Even what we get from it, the elation and pride, fades away. Whatever we took pride in vanishes, taking with it the feelings, the experiences, and leaving memory and lament. And what is our response? We move on. Perhaps that is the strength of humanity, the endurance that we possess. No lack of stamina here. One failure doesn't deter us. We learn from our mistakes, and upon them create something that lasts longer. Only rarely does one make something that outlives them. Even fewer are maintained, and still less are renowned. Even in the face of this futility, man loses not sight of his prize.

The message of this blog? This brief, fleeting contact from me to you? The world is material, a veil between us and something beyond. Nothing lasts here, not love, not friendship, not even ourselves. So don't attach yourself to the world of pride and physical feats. It only serves to pull your heart in directions that lead to nowhere, save death.

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