We are bound together by our actions, words, money, symbols, trades, duties and loves. We are at the mercy of our beliefs, systems, crimes, apathy, violence and rage.

The paths we follow, the trails we leave, intersect with everyone else’s paths and trails in a thick, obtuse web where time and space merge.

Absolutely dependent on others, we believe in individual control. At the mercy of fate, we believe in purpose.    

Looking forward is our primary activity. Although we are short-lived animals, we exist in in an enchantment with the idea of an endless, happy tomorrow.

We are blind to the present and to the animals and flowers at our feet. This is our moving, infuriating predicament.

-Deborah Poynton