Please, pressure us, life. We need to be pressured.
When you limit us, juicy creativity pours out — transforming into the labeled word we use to describe you. Ambiguity sediments into concrete, concrete we can walk on with confidence.
Ambiguity: from it, faith is born. Faith that under more pressure transforms into real blood, sweat, and tears, the product of the transformations we suffer.
After watching documentaries on how life has cycled for millennia, I realize even more: transforming where we come from, an orbital system, we repeat its pattern orbiting ambiguities.