Suffering will continue to terrorize human existence. Whether it was by man’s doing or by external forces… Humanity will always be at war with suffering that Death conveyed.  The death I refer to is the system breakdown of the human psyche. Something went wrong and life was at war with itself. Death manifested and found its place among the living and has since consumed incalculably, leaving behind victims of despair.

The unbearable pain in the fabrics of human life led to some of the most atrocious acts that threatened its very survival.

The Suffering… the loss and the anguish became the mortar that built the walls of mortality. Chipping away years and lives…

Along with it.. Hope.

Hope that with the loss of every life, a new one is introduced. Hope that at every turning point there is a way…. Even when there is no way, Hope!

Hope that all of life is valid and valued. Hope that there is something better than this darkness.

Hope that there is a light still.

Hope that in the ambers of our race… burning gently is a light that will never be consumed by night of old.

Hope that some day, this light will over come. Hope that there is something greater… someone greater…

Suddenly, the walls of mortality aren’t that frightening. Suddenly, death is faintly loosing its grip. Hope reaches out to the pangs of its darkness, stares at it square in the face… and says to it “what else you gat?”

Hope amidst pain brings to life an assuredness unlike any other.  A substance of all that is hoped for is made manifest.

A concept becomes a charge.

An idea becomes sentience.

Out of the ruins of this darkness, out of the vestiges of its horror, sprouts a benign form. One undetected, but powerful non the less.

A force, unlike nature, that death will reckon with…

For out of pain and suffering… from within the pangs of despair and the cruel surge of mortality’s evolution, was birthed a potency like no other. Hope in pain brought to life an epic revolution.

Faith…