Vertigo

I thought I'd just add this quick in response to my previous post.

"Mortals, humans, children of the earth, we are closer to damnation than any power could conceive. Our lives are nothing but desires. We want love, we want acceptance, we want pleasure, we want oblivion. If you were to ask us what we desired most, deep down and unexplored desire, we would all say that we would like the chance to explain ourselves; a chance to explain our actions, to explain our lives. But even more we want someone else to explain them for us; not to us, but on our behalves. We want someone to look into our souls, to see our motivations, to find beauty in every thought never uttered, every action never committed, every thing left undone. We want to rock a little farther towards the edge.

We want to dive down into the precipice and into the darkness, falling endlessly, pleasure coursing through our bodies, numbness flooding our brains, the arms of hell stretched out to receive us to its bosom.

People say that our lives are like vertigo, feeling like we are constantly spinning or falling when, in reality, our feet never left the place they were planted when first we were birthed. But do they really know what vertigo is? Vertigo is not the sensation of falling, but really the fear of one's desire to fall. That is what life is made up of."