Is the phoenix an animal? Can an animal speak? If the phoenix is not an animal, can he be a bird? Can we give him a male pronoun? Does the phoenix have a sex? Does he know lustful thoughts? What does sexuality mean to him? Is he lonely?
These are a couple of questions I would like to see examined. I say examined, not answered. My ambitions don’t reach across the borders of my own imagination. Goals are here to be made. Borders are here to be crossed. Borders that lie further than the goal, however, are barely noticed by anyone. And that is what this is about. Because what is the goal? Eternity, daily eternity. To be content with less would be laziness. Laziness is for after eternity.