Truly, we are the ashes of a higher learning.
We stumble and fall, only to achieve the priorities of humble disregaurd. Slowly, our concepts of happiness and uniform simplicity become figmented scars, drug along the surface of our own pretentions, and we drag ourselves into the hollow murkiness of acceptance. Stranded amongst the molded walls of our created minds lay the remnants of Freedoms and Faiths, now mere aftertastes in the mouth of society. Love becomes the meaning of a meaningless touch, passion tears at the throat of the shallow beasts we have deliriously called Lust.
Along the road of enlightenment lay the corroded bodies of past contentments, deserted in the face of new pleasures. Quickly the silhouettes of angelic pretense form the hunched, broken backs of demonic conformity, pulling the flesh off of diversity in attempts to render it helpless and abandoned.
But amidst such torturous creation lay the foundations of hope. Yes, we stumble and we fall. Yes, we dissolve society and mold it to fit our shells. But hidden amongst the ashes lays the Phoenix, the Truth, the fire that will scorch the sheaves of dishonour away from what we know to be true. What we know to be just. What we know to be right.
We may be the ashes of a higher learning, but even ashes were once structures.