The Cattle Call

To be locked in the arms of love. Is that not our entire search for meaning in this life? To be validated by the unconditional love of another, and have someone to shower your love upon,

but also to have the freedom to remain ourselves and stay true to who we are? But the real question is, dear brothers, is this really love, or is it just truth. Real truth. The thing we so desperately seek because it is wholly conceivable, but never attainable by man. Is it that

illusory thing we fight for our entire lives to find, only to perpetually be running one step

behind, and in the wrong fucking race? That obscure object of desire, never to be touched by human hands, and the absurdity of the whole damned circus that goes along with it.