There is nothing raw in this society. The people are as fake as the plastic they coccoon themselves in. They would reather you see the porcelain image they have erected of themselves than their inner soul.
Nothing is pure. Precious few times are the true soul of a person seen. Only when all is forgotten and that moment fills the now and forever. When the pupils dilate adn the soul swells. When the heart beats to the sound of its own drum and the mind is stripped of all barriers. When reality is abandoned and fragility is embraced. When innocence and guilt meld as one and all but nothing matters. When they are free.
It comes as a surge through the crowd at a rock concert. A glimmer of hope as the pastor ends his powerful sermon. A passionate embrace of a long lost father and son reuniting at last.
It is raw. It is pure.
It is the human spirit.