Janus

A doctor. A patient. A savior. A killer. A contradiction. It is who we are. We look together out a long-closed window, through our reflection to life beyond it, wishing to join in on either side of the glass but only watching from afar in the end. Yet still we are here. Still there is something. In a place where reality and fantasy are indistinguishable, in a place where birth and death are one, this place, this life, this earth, all we know, that there is something where there could be nothing means everything. We are here. Where we were before. Where we will be again. Maybe the window is open after allmaybe there's no window at all.