Parallel at Every Point

Was there ever a man who has not struggled and fought against the mold in which he was born? Has there ever been a man who did not despise the forces which he must face? Day by day we look at the ways of the world seeking to make it better, seeking anything as long as it means change. In the change, there is the triumph of life; the triumph in the belief that there is value within our actions and within our life.
With each internal force, there is an external force. Every action causes a reaction. There is movement until the forces balance, and there is no more change, leaving us parallel to what we have changed. And still we must change the world, we move in a different direction, still holding the last point parallel to ourselves and changing another piece of the world, we move until the forces balance once again. Everyday, the cycle begins and ends with changes to the mold and changes to ourselves. We extend and strain against every point, we change the mold, and the mold forms us. And soon enough, the world which we envisioned begins to take shape.
In the forces that we have created, we feel the comfort of the things that we can touch, the things that are parallel to ourselves, and beyond that is what we have not experienced. What we cannot feel bothers us. More and more of the world comes under our control, the forces become more familiar. Each day we come in and we adjust the world, and the world adjusts us. Finally, we cannot change anymore. We have created a new mold that fits us exactly. We are parallel at every point, unable to move.
So we fight against the mold all our lives believing that one day we will create a new world, a new way of thinking, only until we find, one day, that the die from which our lots were cast  neither much better nor much worse than the one we were born into, only one which we have created by the passions of our own humanity.