Utopian musings of my mind : Experimental art project.
Imagining the possibilities : Yearning to be human.
Our (adapted) conversation : Possible - Impossible.
F : Eric, I am so happy. After 2 years I think I could get past the gender thing and a possibility of exchanging ideas/dialogue about how we can fix things/rethink/invent ways which can help us in being better people than we are now.
E : Why are you busy with something that is impossible?
F : When we have this life, it's in our hands to give it a purpose, some meaning is it not? Otherwise it's just breathing not living. Possible has already been achieved and impossible stays impossible only till it becomes possible. As soon as someone sees the impossible from a new/different perspective, suddenly, it becomes/seems possible. Don't you think it has always worked that way?