We run around

 We run around/ We never stop /we wish for things we do not need/ to fill our mind so the heart won't hurt and the mind cannot heal. We are the human animal.. so strange and beautiful, so primitive and wild. . .we fill our world with materials that will never fill the void, we search for problems we do not  have answers to. We search to fight,for what/ To feel alive? To ascribe, for what to who? Why do we do what we do? What makes you, you?

 I made this with David Hawkins, Hawkins words.