The Race with Fate - THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE

THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE


Breathe

The air is full of hallucinogenics, creating a colorful collage of cancerous scenery to behold only for the lifetime of a breath.

See

Born into our photographic minds, the melting pot of good and evil, confusing the two as temptation grasps our naïve, curious thoughts, to elude truth into a, much too often, alluring and enticing trap of evil, only to spend the greedy hands of time untangling the tightly woven tapestry known as life.

Feel


We discover that reality is the hell we all fear. The testing ground for stable, logical, human beings to discover the pain and torture of trying to outrun the race of fate.


Like the tortoise and the hare…

Those who pace their lives too fast, experiencing a multitude of life, find that life has beaten them when they took their rest… leaving them to hold onto a few memories, even then, too vague and too forgotten… to end the race knowing nothing of their misfortune. 

Those too slow possess many memories, detailed and disinteresting. Fate draws the end in a slower fashion instoring their capable bodies with senile embryo-like capacities, bearing the physical shell to reign on in an extinct world where they become fruitless statuesque memorials for those starting the race to give thought to how they will pace the losing race.


Written by M Teresa Clayton (Nee Teresa Motsinger) circa 1974




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