Life, in itself, is a Faustian Bargain. <br />We, like Adam, trade Innocence for Information. <br />We, like Cyrano, trade Harmony for Progress. <br />We trade Essence of Existince for Concrete Form, got tired of the latter, and then trade it back. <br />We look attentively at the moment Sin prevails over Purity. <br />We laugh over it. <br />We trade our prototypical happiness over the uncertain contingency of pain. <br />We always end up at intersections and choose the least safe path. <br />We'll continually wait for the flourish of the poison trees, and wait for the fruits to fall on our laps. <br />A Faustian Bargain, a necessary loss, our lives are. <br />A sequence of prototypes that is chosen to define who we are. <br />A pact with the devil, the horrendous wonder, unraveling miracles only to those who bear witness to its immaculate definition.<br /><br />kite remedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-faustian-bargain/
