The ordinary had been always ”undermined”. But the common man or woman, were always, capable of doing the extraordinary. Wherewith that a calamity in the soul were to purge a moment in time, he or she would determine the fate of mankind.Greater things are in store for her or him. The statues stand for certain reasons. A statue is a mark of heroism, marking the past, future and present in one virtuosos shrine.For what rises out of the abyss becomes the light. History echoes these sudden silent eclipses, they form an entity embodying the immaculate derivative universe.Generations will pass away, in the rain. But every drop that falls from the sky, is a reminder that we’re one ocean inside the void.For what does death do? Death cleanses the mucky subtle ramified pain. Life receives and gives us one breath to fight and hold everything that we believe is right.We’re declared dead when we’re born. But death allows us to live. Without death we could not live, for death holds the beginning and the end. Death is love, for death loves us enough to know when we’ve had our time.



