Drunk on the Passing Years

Each sound sends ripples through the water, each step brings a lotus into bloom, each smile captivates a city.

"What is the basis for deciding that a person exists? Is it [ ]? Is it genes? Give me a break! People are people because they possess free thought and will! ..."

Yet, faced with a surging tide of opposition, her voice alone was ultimately too small.

Understanding, a flutter of the heart, or an eternal, "Impossible."

In this glittering, worldly realm, mercilessness is the only ending.