Life has always been victim to its own programming; equipped with reward mechanisms for which to know and thus know without; for us to have and then to lose; for us to inescapably enslave ourselves in eternal longing, be it for sex, food, water, or sanctuary. In many ways it could be argued that it is this quest for satisfaction itself that possesses us of the knowledge of suffering, that the will to live is itself suffering. We are our captors, our drivers; we are life, and we are as inescapable as
Life has always been victim to its own programming; equipped with reward mechanisms for which to know and thus know without; for us to have and then to lose; for us to inescapably enslave ourselves in eternal longing, be it for sex, food, water, or sanctuary. In many ways it could be argued that it is this quest for satisfaction itself that possesses us of the knowledge of suffering, that the will to live is itself suffering. We are our captors, our drivers; we are life, and we are as inescapable as