Life is hard and then you die.

And such remains as a fact, a myth and an assurance; all at the same time. I can take comfort in that, but somehow -and I believe this applies also to the other half of the world as well- a drive of momentariness grips onto me. The intial finds itself a very powerful candidate to distract and destroy. Basically because it is so very obvious, and so very important in the time and space of now. Well, not only the moments of course. Humans are kinda smart too. They plan.
Living requires such. The instinct demands the action.

Man wasn't given knowledge. He was given curiousity.
Man wasn't given freedom. He was given choice.
Man wasn't given.

He was.

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