There are many places in this life from which one does not return upon entering. Like crossing the event horizon of a black hole, growing older, or maybe even just changing your mind.
If only you knew then what you know now, if only there was some way to warn your previous self, or those who still are what you swore to always be. You can still see them down there, killing over bread crumbs, blind to the universe of wealth all around them.
How foolish they look, from way up here - or are we still at the bottom? Come to think of it - who is above us anyways? And how do we listen to them? If a trip to the underworld was premeditated, could a lifeline be attached? Perhaps not in a literal sense, but as a lifestyle, certainly. To inhabit both poles at once, to believe conflicting ideologies, and connect warring worlds, maybe this is my purpose. To rise to the challenge of James Maxton: “If you can’t ride two horses at once, you shouldn’t be in the circus.”