Regarding the whether

Radiant strays through lingering blossoms falling quiet as the snow, whirling in the gusts of wind like the angels to dust devils.  Bright skin, smiling eyes, short skirts and topless cars.  The summer is for color, the weather for freedom.  Come out with me, watch the sun rise, warm your soul with me near this fire reflected in your eyes. 

Man Versus the Nature of Self

We live as animals trying to be more: trying to shed our animal natures, trying to be noble, idealistic, pure forms of the shards of perfection we perceive in the world.  We better ourselves by emulating that which is deserving.  But it seems that no matter how much we try to be these beautiful, true, perfect things, we are still chained to the savagery of our inner animals.