Human survival; the most explicit conditional inner working of human existence. The inner networks inbuilt to the human foundation, which are intrinsically addicted to the idea of human survival, root humans in a thought pattern which governs their human interpretation. The thought pattern echoes a bizarre notion reiterated in these human manifestations of language and expression, I will express here using this human language, âthat human action is so unnatural!â or âthe waste humans generate is so disgustingâ and so on. There are other expressions I could encapsulate here but the fundamental notion Iâm playing with here is that we are repulsed by actions which are unsustainable in the eye of human existence continuing to exist. If we continue to reshape the elements around us, then yes, truth be told, global warming will take its toll, oceans will rise, land masses we live on will cease to exist as they do now & humans shall cease to exist as we do now. We fear for our future for we care for our species. Our morally inscribed code wishes to nurture itself and progress. This here be a fractal on the nature of reality; we seek good for ourselves in our inner organism and inevitably we seek good for the greater self of humanity. But may I pose an idea to you? I believe the grey matter of our mind has been sculpted by nature so beautiful to be able to transcribe this feeling to all inner workings of our being, that in fact, human life is merely one sequence in a never ending symphony of existence. When we can feel within ourselves that we are natural, all things are being played by existence itself, and that in fact the real self we are is intrinsically selfless. There we see that these atoms making us up will be reshaped time and time again in its fractal existence of time, endlessly interwoven. As a fractal, there we see again, each organism must die and so on to the next level, each species must die. The drive for survival echoes to us a destination... When we arrive to the end of this drive, there we see we are no longer moving on that road. We have arrived on one level, but on another level, our journey has just begun. The arrival of survival perhaps is paradoxically in death. Survival implies extinction. This life we lead, so beautiful and transitory... When we release this inscribed addiction to the bizarre conjuration of self obsession in human form, we can engage with a self beyond obsession... Beyond addiction... Beyond âbeyondâ, for it knows no human bounds. These symbols I write which resonate through your eyes & mind. Within time thus bound, we see they are intrinsically empty but only hold meaning in time. Merely existing in a spectacle; there we see how beautiful and harmonious our existence is. Our addiction to ourselves, our ability to conceptualize & express. So beautiful. So beautiful this drive for survival; so beautifully echoed by our designs of art and science in this momentary prevalence.