Humans
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“The temporary life is the temporary peace. The eternal life is the eternal war.” – Anonymous War is a challenge for anyone willing to be brave enough to face life’s trials. There are those who say that war is not winnable, nor are there any losers. However, could one comprehend it from a cancer patient’s…
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“Sometimes the company of evil people, is better than the preference of loneliness.” – Naruto, Gaara of the Sand
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“It can indeed be well-known, according to a theory dealing with shadows, that a person of darkness, consumed in their evil, only ever casts their shadow longer when they no longer see light. All shadows are cast by light. This is a fact. Yet, were darkness to be all a person knows, then they are…
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“Count how many stars linger in the universe. Their endlessness is freedom. What humans want, are shackles. What humans want, is purpose. Purpose is the wall placed before the one who is free. We would reside in continued tedium, were freedom to be all to consume. Love is a shackle. Love is a confinement. Love…
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Has anyone considered that humans operate the same as a virus? Like a virus’s mutation, we humans will change based on environmental factors. Our surroundings demand that we remain surviving, when those surroundings appear alien to us. That is, we survive just as a virus survives. Adaption. It is an acclimation to fear. In such…
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What resides in the eye?It is first the whiteness, or the emptiness,It is next the universe, or the cycle,It is finally the blackness, in the center. For everything more than the knowledge we seek,Everything more than the creations we build,Is no more than a nothingness, when we recedeBack to the canvas. What of the darkness,…
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“We begin in pain, while we grow through perseverance.” Our Nature, is to grow with each added bit to our structure. And, when we stand, we stand tall, knowing what it took to keep us straight. We begin in the pain, in the seed, in the womb, and we are as an infant to hear…
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“Love is the stillness of captivation. Before the eyes of familiarity, we are enthralled. We open to them, with arms that only ever close, when they are shut around the beloved. But, what makes love eternal? It must be when their presence is non-existent. We remember the beloved, even when they should only be in…


