-in the name of Allah-

Sometimes epiphanies are confined, restricted by the one-directional motion of time, where only one can see the certain trickle and flow go, and the one nearby can't see the same frames no matter how much we want to show. How do truly come to know who people are, what they're tryin to be? Is it one and the same, or does it matter what another can see? Let's presume that the truth of a human being is like a pitcher of water, fittin the container's shape, only this container is of the beholder's take. This seems superficially contradictory, but what if it really is subliminally reality, a permeable existence we find throughout and beyond life's more menial persistences? Forget the fallen glass on the floor, the broken bits that were never decreed to survive, relish how the blood has oxygen in store, and how glass can relief for another's thirst provide. Signs and moments of recogition in superior design should only serve to remind, us of our place in the universe's meandering path though each beginning apparently confounds without original trace. We live to worship and remember in one singularly-outlined but deeply defined frame of mind, a model and mould that outlives the youth and outgrows the old.




Peace is only with Allah. <= the truth people live their lives not knowing, yet its so apparent