In the fickle interim between beginning and end, our spirit's duality is constantly at odds. We either struggle to deny this existence or grow in its embrace. The forces at play are infinite in strength, our earthly cloaks finite and inconsistent decay. Our only growth resides within, projecting forward the intangible demands recognition.
Our Clothing, the frocks once symbolized as our fall from grace, now reflect our knowledge and serves as our quotidian armor.
