Humans. One species that would like to believe that it dominates its origin planet. A little blue marble spinning in the vastness of space. In reality what makes it so special, is the fact that it has the will to dominate the world it lives on at all. Why? A good question, one among many that go unanswered. For example, why would a species that is so intelligent be so quick to tear apart its kindred? Why would they so willfully destroy one another in the name of personal survival? A possible theory maybe well in hand. As children humans are very well looked after in most cases. The more comfortable they are the more the mind wanders. They become concerned with things that otherwise have no consequence. Things that baffle their elders. Things, which people call childish, and are hoped that they grow out of. Concerns become larger and as responsibilities grow and they are very capable of rising to the challenge. Some never grow up and become burdens to those that do. But ultimately, the level of these concerns has a roof. A point to which no more responsibility can be taken. What if it is this very fact that stops us from improving upon what we have already built? And is there another level to which one can be concerned. One which would inevitably open up a new level of attainment for the human race. Time and time again they pull each other apart. Women adapt to pull at the strings which hold other people together. They do this with their tongues. Politics is they game they invented. Brutality the simplistic solution to wit, men have provided. In union they have become very good at both. How strange these creatures. They say things that they donât mean to say something they do. All the while concealing secrets that would more likely put their hearts at ease if said aloud. To what end? For the person they were speaking to repeats this pattern only to be responding to what the other said, and not what they meant. Oh the Madness! How many pointless fights have been fought between two people saying âI love youâ only for the opposing side to hear âI hate you.â How fickle the human heart, how easily swayed. There are those that are not born this way but trained this way only by the culture create by those who are mindlessness. Tragedy is a human invention. Created only to pass the time. The miracle is that the beauty which lies in every tragedy is Godâs invention. And the human race should be thankful for that.
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