“The point is that the purpose of life should not come from our ego, because we, as humans, have only just descended from the trees. Unfortunately, that’s the case. I think it’s much wiser to always trust feelings and love rather than our brains. The brain is just beginning its evolution, so let’s give it some time to show what it can do. XD” author unknown.
We think that our abilities are super. Extraordinary. Only because there aren’t many other species around to tell us a few important things.
We are currently in a sort of greenhouse stage. Closed off. In isolation. Nature takes care of us so we don’t hit a wall. Our task here is to grow up by bumping into each other in the sandbox like children.
You can see a bit of who is who. Parents on vacation, or rather on a restful leave. Yeah, our ancestors just dropped off. They didn’t give many clues. It’s a bit like they’re experimenting to see if we can at least cope with ourselves.
Cool. I hereby announce that we have failed, and I would request intervention because some children are hitting others, simply because they were born later and are smaller. It’s hard for some to understand that the younger one will mostly be smaller.
This is a problem for those big shots. They were born bigger, but not spiritually or morally. They just have more hot air in their behinds.
The steam has dissipated. The behind feels lighter, but the stench remains in this greenhouse, and we are suffocating in this odor. I would ask that we open the windows and doors to create a draft. Hold on tight to the moral railing so the better ones among you don’t get blown away. The heart is an anchor you can hold on to. That’s the only certainty here.
We’ll air it out a bit, and the stench of blood will subside. That’s my hope.
Please also shake out your own brains, so no vermin lingers there with the mentality of “I’m better,” “I’m more important,” “I have the right.” Put away “I’am”, and what remains is: “Better, more important, have the right” or left. And then it’s okay.
We look at monkeys and they are funny, aren’t they? Hahaha. I look at people and they are less funny. I prefer monkeys because at least it doesn’t hurt.
I suggest a bit of patience to the company. There’s nothing to marvel at here yet. The brain takes quite a long time to develop. It needs a bit of time. Especially when there are no parents at home. I ask for peace. Don’t completely destroy this Earth, because the soil is a pity. Your brains are so plowed that it’s a pity for the Earth only.
Let’s wait for the parents. They’ll come and tidy up a bit. Let’s not get too carried away, because they will be looking for someone to blame or blame themselves for leaving us alone. By the way, they don’t expect that their experiment with giving too much freedom to homo turned out so shitty.
Boys and also girls. A bit of peace. At least turn on the lights for a moment and look at the mess in the middle of the room. Our strongest and fattest has just vomited and dumped a pile in the center. By the way, this strongest one considers himself the firstborn and in the absence of parents, he has taken on the role of savior.
I’m a bit too delicate to endure this stench. I’m trying to get as far away as possible. I’ll turn off the TV and I think I’m slowly disconnecting from the source of shitty information.
Children, peace. The elders will come and beat up anyone who stands in the way with certainty. I’ll hide a bit. It’s important not to blame others because for the elders it means that you are the guilty one. The only approach is to bow your head and wait humbly. If they smash it, it’s tough. I hope they will give us a chance on another Earth.
Calmly, as in war, here a shot, there a bang.
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