The fear of everyone on this planet is facing a situation in which one is impotent, with no answer, no solution to the problem one faces. It is this need to overcome obstacles that has propelled the growth of our brains and guided our reason – even if most of the problems had to do with war and each other. It is this which hounds the artist who struggles to say something in paint, ink or stone and nothing wishes to be said. It is the nightmare of politicians who cannot square the circle and come up with wishful thinking as an answer because everyone looks to them for the something.
Being powerless is the stuff of nightmare films and we all sense the futility and shift uneasily in our heads in case such a scenario should ever curse us. Yet all around we promote power over each other and work to have power over our own destinies as the answer to the troubles which plague us. And whilst voyages of discovery opened up the world and gave some of us ways out of the quagmire we found ourselves in, and we flee the Earth to seek answers in the Universe, we truly can never be satisfied. For all our power comes not from within us but from what we make.
Some want to make a new engine. Some a new child. Anything but to consider existence its own prison.