We long to find ourselves somewhere else. We look deeply within ourselves and find there the makings of a complicated device. It is fiery and incendiary. It is ticking. It is both alive and pulsating and yet also oddly contained; controlled.
We want more. We look for more. We desire to belong to some other plain, with others that are like us. Or else we want something rudimentary different. We refuse to believe that the things we encounter in our day to day is the everything that makes up this universe. There has to be more. We need more. We desire and desire and desire.
We search. We read. We flip through endless pages and endless channels, thinking it has to be here, among the images and the noise. It has to be something tangible. I don't know if we will ever find it. I don't know if it matters. The point is that we are looking. We are searching. And it is out there. That ever elusive, complicated truth....The desire for something greater than ourselves.