Perhaps It Is The Language That Chooses

This Must Be What It Means To Be A Ghost, Being Certain That Life Exists, Because Your Four Senses Say So, And Yet Unable To See It.

Unlike Joseph Her Husband, Mary Is Neither Upright Nor Pious, But She Is Not Blame For This, The Blame Lies With The Language She Speaks If Not With The Men Who Invented It, Because That Language Has No Feminine Form For The Words Upright And Pious.

With The Passage Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Color Of Our Blood And The Salt Of Our Tears.

In The End We Discover The Only Condition For Living Is To Die.

A Human Being Is A Being Who Is Constantly 'under Construction,' But Also, In A Parallel Fashion, Always In A State Of Constant Destruction.