I wrote this as an art piece for my bathroom. Every time you take a shit its going to be right in front of you :D

We are born into the world blind. Confused and unaware we are presented with a strange and new landscape in which to explore. Cold and shivering we cling to the warmth of those before us. Some...not so fortunate. We are then conditioned from an early age, learning their rules, their customs and traditions. After a certain time away from the great unknown before our birth we lose our almost divine like wisdom, still simplistic and not yet corrupted and worn by the world. But no matter how hard we try, the world indeed weighs down on us, and we begin to forget, we begin our trance, our dance in to the waltz...the grand theater of society. We are presented with a world of manipulative forces, told how to dress, how to act, how to behave, how to think, what things are cool and what things are not. Always are we hypnotized by the blinding glare of the unholy idols in our living rooms and offices. Many are trapped in the labyrinth of wires...to dazed and mesmerized to notice what is really going on. They are being spoon fed a prepared reality. OH BE WARNED CHILD! The exalted screen of television warps your perception of the world. Always is its gazed fixated on a limited scope of the grand richness of the world and all that is in it. Some things are not "civilized" enough and ideas are censored and squandered to the point that the truth is hidden in plain sight. The Demons will try and distract you, distract you from your divine mission. To be happy. To be fulfilled. To be loved. To be held. The demons run amok, they make us ashamed of our divine nature, ashamed to smile, to make us awkward with their arbitrary rules that seek only to cage us in. It is so HARD, OH CHILD, to find happiness in a world filled with the dreary hearted. Even with the burning flood of pure joy beaming off of you, it is but a candle in a giant, frozen wasteland. So guard your flame well, find the few who see, and together with your warmth you can go out into the blizzard, and insanity that await you, and may you begin to melt those walls of ice. Always is happiness and enlightenment at the edge of the spiraled path, and not at the top of a peak. Always is it a struggle, but endure you shall...until you return to the great unknown from whence you came. May you heed these words well oh child, so that they find you in your most darkest hour of need.