แยก พื้นโลก - สงคราม ท้าย

With no such absolute as truth we wander; in mind, in body, in spirit, we are free to waver between consciousness and dreams in search of a survival worthy of our worthiness. Until reality, or whatever loose construct of such we find ourselves engulfed by, pulls us back into the stark-raving here and now, toward burden and commitment through fulfillment and struggle it tests our dreams for truth. Perhaps truth was not what we had dreamt it was; words and their compulsory feelings often cloud our definitions of the more common concepts. Who even among you speak the word irony without being ironic? In a world, where our most common use of such turns out to be its only definition, do we struggle, in a joke thereby so coincidentally humorous, to survive, among that which laughs with our truths as it laughs at our dreams, while never neither does to either with this Fragment Earth.