Miracle plays in life were the plays that never happened. Getting into the false hope that life would get better, we decided to go with the flow and let time heal our bruises scattered all over our soul as a materialistic temptation and hate. Actually, those bruises were the inevitable ones, I remember. Death and bruises in the soul are alike, at least for me. In the aforementioned case, I had known I would be left bruised and have my heart trampled sooner or later. Then, the pain strruck suddenly, without a warning. Just before the death, I remember killing everyone around me for my inner peace. I can never go to heaven.
As an evolving species, how much significant and accomplished are we? Homo Sapiens Sapiens is a species with high intelligence, and one of the major determining aspects for that, is our unique curiosity and ability to find new information. Altogether, many a different aspects of our intelligence validate our highest placement in the hierarchical composition among all the species living on Earth. However, we seem to live simultaneously with two of our very own contrasting natures. On one hand, we might be intelligent and significant in ways that we don't even yet realise. And on the other hand, we are so infinitesimally small in the universe, while causing such a damage to this planet and her ecosystem, that we seem morbidly stupid to the point where our existential value looks questionable in itself. We always seem to partake in the battle between these two natures. A shrub grows into its full capacity, so does a mountain lion. But when observing growth in Homo Sapiens, different d...
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