The Woman and The Children

She held life in her hands, knowing that one day she would have to set it free. In her face, there was a void that replaced emotion; “this was the same woman who held me.” I saw her in the distance, holding the child’s hand. What he will become was too much for his young mind to understand.

You see, I remember those seasons of sorrow spinning out cyclones of fading memories, and in the midst of History’s horrible storms, we’ve lost our identity.

This child was one of many, with the origins of our beginnings inside his DNA, “a symbol of our humanity in its current stage.” His mother is my mother; from her seas we all emerged. Way before the concept of time, long before there were words. Evolution is slow salvation, the purifier of immaturity. Someday, the Truth will reveal itself and remove the veil of obscurity.

“Truth, come closer.”

-E alias: The Seeker