An empty piece of land sits empty and lonely; one day a building starts to go up in a strange journey A foundation is laid, a frame is put up plumbing, electrical and ducting, some more framing and sheet-rock to tie it together Lights come to life, they start flashing paint and ornaments appear slowly, the day arrives, the building is open in a grandiose ceremony; it is done, some would say No; the carcass is up with functional capabilities, the structure itself needs maintenance and care, if left to its own accord, the earth will reclaim its life, leaving it battered and torn, short-fuses will happen, walls will crack and pipes will burst.

Same goes for your mind, body and soul Constant work, one push here receives resistance on the other side Do we give up? No, we just give it a good try We grow, correct and maintain a steady pace, until our own walls and pipes burst, until the ground swallows us whole, until the earth reclaims our body As to the mind and soul? I have no idea where they go Another day will arrive, time finally catches up and we are no more. It is tedious, relentless work, but life is beautiful even when it’s an eternal chore.

– A. Garcia