Building on the brink of perception, mankind hoists symbols of finite experience- taking pride in that which both unites a culture, yet defines a fragment of the whole. As members of the human culture, we are each alone inexplicably incomplete. We are each a reformation of genes, expressed in a unique assembly of life’s properties, and yet a grand assimilation of ancient worlds- all of which shared in a common humanity.
We attempt to delineate our branches; like a river separated only briefly by an island of time, so too are the peoples of the Earth, sprung from a cradle of life, spread across the globe to each gain unique perspective and then reunited for this time of revolution. We are at a threshold in time- keenly aware of our brethren and ourselves and beginning to realize our brethren as ourselves. Together we have moved outside of the body and glimpsed the splendor of our whole. We are not individually perfect, for we are pieces of a whole. But together, we are a sphere, traveling through time in the words we keep and the futures we speak forth.
We are simultaneously the heirs of diverse cultural histories, such that if we attempt to examine our cultural identity, imagining for instance where we would be if we were back in time, one would find a series of parallel projections of self, and in many cases spread across the globe. Your history is my history, for it is human history.
As we embark on the journey that is beyond our sphere’s borders, but among the majesty of the stars, what flag shall we raise?