the chains that free

up in the middle of the night thinking about the things that keep us alive.

ask a scientist and they will tell you about the various biochemical reactions taking place every single moment of our lives, our cells in a constant cycle of birth, functional use and death then rebirth (a mini life cycle of sorts). leading eventually to a lack of function and ceasation of existence.

enquire of a philosopher and they may propose that it is in fact our continued ability to ask that very question that defines us and establishes our link with the rest of all that is. all that is of course being nothing more than an extention of ourselves and an extrapolation of all we are able to conceive.

for the cynic all of being is naught but a trick, a slight of hand, the wool drawn over the eyes of the willingly deceived. and the optimist, optimistically embracing with childish innocence, bearing being with leviety and grace not knowing it is that which forms the sedimental foundations of skepticism.

there are economists who hold fast that we a merely products of a system, here to facilitate the propagation and continued functioning of said system until we are no longer needed, they are commonly known as spiritual.

but sitting here holding all that is life, all that is potential it occurs to me. we are held in this world by those who love us. like an invisible web, trapping us, securing us, mooring us and founding us. we are held fast by those who care. complex tapestry, woven through time and tears binding us to one another, forming so much of what makes us human. these are the ties that bind, these are the chains that set us free.