aphorism 25, A human Strategy, Matt Berry
What do we insects do with a word like “Hallowed?” Even in the distance it glows before us like a beacon. “We will fly after it!” ... and why not? Our materialism has no direction or goal of its own. It stands before us in irrefutable silence, while we have at last found a light to fly after. And this flying after also belongs to our species, is consequent of human material, and as such, is also undeniable.