If intellect is placed the highest on the ladder, then we strive to uncover all the answers, to know everything. The satisfaction of intellect is a never ceasing war within ourselves to uncover that truth, to know the concreteness of the existence of an entity that is beyond our grasp. We cannot, however, focus primarily on intellect. If we withdraw from abstract thought, then we miss the power to analyze what it is that we, beyond thinking animals, are. Abstract thought has born many of what we creatures call literature. Poetry, novels, philosophy, reason. Again, some of the components of abstract thought are essential to our survival, and quite possibly to unlocking the keys to our existence. Yet, even with these two great forces at work behind our minds, there is no way as of current that we can focus the powers. We are given the choice. Rather than search all your life, in all possibility fruitlessly at that, you have the choice to become a complacent part of the fabric. You can be woven in with it, until you are so ingrained within the workings of the fabric, you cannot shake loose and strive to be your own thread. You can choose which side of duality you will attempt to follow, be it light or dark, but even these are societal terms, clashing sides with no determinable ultimate nature of the truth. For the ultimate truth, we must find if the entity exists, and for that, we will require intellect and abstract thought. As of yet, given the amount of time that we creatures have lived on this earth, and have attempted to balance our duality, prioritize our triple essence of being, and choosing the individual stones of our life, we have uncovered no ultimate truths. All we have compiled to date is a simple amalgam of history and literature, of abstract thought and literature...but possibly beyond our choice. For truth is never easily within grasp...
