Status Updates From Os Humanos

They are sometimes violent but more often care about each other. There is more goodness in them than anything else, I am convinced of that.

They are sometimes violent but more often care about each other. There is more goodness in them than anything else, I am convinced of that.

You can see that for her, being a parent is standing on a shore and watching her child in a vulnerable craft, heading out over deeper and deeper water, hoping but not knowing that there will be land somewhere ahead.

That was the price of human civilization- to create it, they had to close the door on their true selves. And so they are lost….and that is why they invented art…books, music, films, plays, painting, sculpture…they invented them as bridges back to themselves.

They exist simultaneously in two worlds - the world of appearance and the world of truth.

Two humans, primitive enough to truly care about each other…it was a comforting thought.

But humans, in their natural state, are they good or bad, would you say? Can they be trusted? Or is their own real state just violence, greed, and cruelty? … well that’s the oldest question there is.

Everything you can see in their sky, or almost everywhere, is lifeless. That must affect them. That must give them ideas above their station. That must send them insane.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for.

I am not what I am.

You see, sometimes to save something, you have to kill a little piece of it.

Dog words weren’t really words. They were more like melodies.

Names are a symptom of a species that values the individual self above the collective good.