Are we really sure that we are the architects of our destiny or are greater forces shaping our mind and body to the point of making us equivalent?
Puppets who pose, pretending to be at ease in an environment that is not theirs, hoping that no one notices the bluff, conformists to the point of looking alike in all respects.
Even in the lack of expression.
Even in the lack of emotion.
Even in the lack of Soul.
Sometimes it's life, sometimes it feels like it.
Light and shadow.