we are all vulnerable,
even you, with all your brute strength
and you, with your boundless intellect,
we are ethereal, we exist beyond our shape or form,
listen to yourself, listen past your body’s calls, past your urges and your needs
what does that primal voice whisper to you in your head?
how is it that what we can perceive is only physical, and yet
so much exists still, beyond our senses?
what lies beyond the perceivable?
what is it that truly makes us?
we will never know, indeed, the day we know,
is the day it all ceases to exist.
and for that, we are vulnerable.