What if “More” wasn’t Pogress, but Fracture?
I wonder when more became real.
Not as possibility, but as necessity.
There must have been a moment
—some quiet turning in history—
When enough stopped being something
we lived inside of
and became something
we stood apart from,
moving toward.
Before that, perhaps
presence was sufficient.
Needs were met without comparison.
Life unfolded without measuring
itself against what it was not.
I wonder what shifted in us
when desire began to lead the way.
What future formed the moment
we believed fulfillment lived ahead of us
instead of within us.
Imagine a world
never introduced to the ache of more.
How would we see one another?
How would we live—
if enough had never been questioned?
