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Life, especially human life, was an act of defiance.

I breathed her in. I liked the warmth of her body against mine and realized the pathos of being human. Of being a mortal creature who was essentially alone but needed the myth of togetherness with others. Friends, children, lovers.

Till I loved I never lived.

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.

On Earth, incidentally, civilization is the result of humans coming together and suppressing their instincts. This civilization was one that must have been neglected or destroyed.

You must never look at particular individuals and fail to see their relation to the crimes of the whole. Every smiling human face hides the terrors they are all capable of and are all responsible for, however indirectly.

They have created a world of divisions and categories and have continually failed to see the similarities among themselves.

To hypnotize humans was easy because, out of any species in the universe, they seemed to be the one most desperate to believe.

This is what happens when you live on Earth. You crack. You hold reality in your hands until it burns.

The world is what we recognize in our own will.

“Everything was beautiful (and nothing hurt)”

Everything in human life was a test. That was why they all looked so stressed out.

Humans, as a rule, don’t like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead.

They die, and so they have impatience.

I was later to realize that a neatly trimmed lawn was a powerful signifier and should have commanded in me a slight sense of fear and respect.

Maybe this was another human trait. Their ability to turn on themselves, to ostracize their own kind.

It reminded me that this was a place of death. Things deteriorated, degenerated, and died here. The life of a human was surrounded on all sides by darkness.