The origin of futility relative to the human is seemingly initiated at the moment of conception. In theory, unless physically immortal, or metaphysically eternal, while retaining a conscious awareness, the cumulative result of life seems nothing less than absolutely vain, with a death sentence delivered upon the fusion of opposing-gender reproductive cells. It is here where the quintessence of all vexation is forged. Being inextricably bound to decaying flesh and the vast set of existential laws and dictates of circumstance generates an inner racket; a pleading howl of captivity resonating though the skull of the carnally plagued.
It is as if the uncoiling of the threads of experience are the same binds which entangle, then strangle. The very essence wherein creates life simultaneously begins stripping it. Origin (20 x 30, Pen and Artists Blood, Copyright 2003 Vincent Castiglia), ventures to expose this point of perception.
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The origin of futility relative to the human is seemingly initiated at the moment of conception. In theory, unless physically immortal, or metaphysically eternal, while retaining a conscious awareness, the cumulative result of life seems nothing less than absolutely vain, with a death sentence delivered upon the fusion of opposing-gender reproductive cells. It is here where the quintessence of all vexation is forged. Being inextricably bound to decaying flesh and the vast set of existential laws and dictates of circumstance generates an inner racket; a pleading howl of captivity resonating though the skull of the carnally plagued. It is as if the uncoiling of the threads of experience are the same binds which entangle, then strangle. The very essence wherein creates life simultaneously begins stripping it. Origin (20 x 30, Pen and Artists Blood, Copyright 2003 Vincent Castiglia), ventures to expose this point of perception.