Certain characters exude a particular quality so
strongly that it defines their entire persona.
Many of us sport a mask for a few hours at the end of October, but Gene Simmons and RuPaul are living embodiments of their costumes, unrecognizable without them.
Can you imagine Charles Bukowski doing anything other
than drinking, fighting, and betting horses?
With that aura of highest spirituality, it’s hard to
envision His Holiness the Dalai Lama hunched over the lip of a bathtub cutting
his toenails or sitting on the crapper.
Contrastingly, Hitler was evil incarnate no matter
what paintings he produced.
Bees, the pollinators that they are, are inextricably
linked to humankind’s very survival, yet their stinging reputation lessens our
urgency to prevent their extinction.
Thereafter, how might the universe see us in totality?
For better and worse, what will have been our greater essence, you and I?
