T H E E N D C O M M U N E

The amorous dialogue between the hero and the goddess of love has within itself the quantum of spiritual terrorism. The very ecstasy of eroticism and romance subsidizes a violent breach of the canonized ethos of modernity. To be subjective and to live out the example of authenticity, and to tread wholeheartedly the path of it, is to become alive in the truest sense of the word. You are not born alive ― you are just born into life. There is a difference. You aspire to become alive, and if you fight for it, alive you shall become. But until that happens you are but a hostage of a world where the suffocating forces of the collective is guarding with assault rifles the mausoleum in which as if in a shrine of stone and history your bleating heart is trapped, and it is crying outward for your soul to rescue it