The Hunger to Know the Power to Question...

2025-04-05T12:19:00

The relentless pursuit of understanding is our eternal flame consuming all the that stands in the path ahead, before we could even name it or before thought that shapes you, hands could carve symbols in stone The relentless pursuit of understanding is our eternal flame consuming all the that stands in the path ahead, there is something alive and restless, something unknown asking “What lies beyond” The relentless pursuit of understanding is our eternal flame consuming all the that stands in the path ahead, it was there in the first hand that grasped fire and in that part of your mind that refused to respond The relentless pursuit of understanding is our eternal flame consuming all the that stands in the path ahead, refusing to accept only hunger and fear, refusing to let questions dissolve in the night even when wisdom burned brighter than sight… The unquenchable desire to unravel the mysteries of existence fuels an unending fire that drives us to survival and into destiny, why does the creature who has shelter still wander, why does the full belly still crave The unquenchable desire to unravel the mysteries of existence fuels an unending fire that drives us to survival and into destiny, hey does the mind build beyond survival reaching past even the edge of the grave The unquenchable desire to unravel the mysteries of existence fuels an unending fire that drives us to survival and into destiny, to understand is to suffer as to question is to break yet something within us will not let it die The unquenchable desire to unravel the mysteries of existence fuels an unending fire that drives us to survival and into destiny, it was not strength that carried us forwards, but a mind that wonder through being ruined to rebirth… The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, a thousand small ghosts speak soft in your ear but just holding reins, as we are both the captain and the captive bounded by the tides that recedes The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, for within you one seeks safety while the other craves destruction, one is poet and the one only fears all fighting to overwhelm The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, one follows the future and the other one clings to the past and none of them ever disappears until your silence them out and trust to listen The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, you are the sum of all the silent debates, a shifting alliance of your wants and beliefs where each moment you’re act is not tautly your own but a triumph of one that griefs… The thoughts we hold as our own are often the reflections of all the countless minds that came before us, it shapes our beliefs like unseen hands molding a wet clay, what we call your beliefs and your desires and your thoughts are the reflections of voices you trusted The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, every book that you read, every fact that you loved and every whisper that shaped how you feel is built into he foundation of all you question The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, we are not islands, untouched and alone but we are tapestries that are woven through time, the hands that built empires and eyes that sought truth The endless battle within the depths of our own mind is a constant war between conflicting voices, what force still lingers, what thought still refuses to die, perhaps the fire is that drives you to still ask, the wonder that never gives in… Watchwords: You are the master of thoughts in your head like an unbidden storm Do you choose your opinions or do they arise to be seen You think you are steering, you think you are free, but these are paths The words that we cherish are the truths we fight for

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*

As and will always be reminding you to dream: *“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*

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