A Thought on Existence

I've been thinking a lot about human existence and history. Our lives are so fleeting and perishable. Excruciatingly so. Sometimes I feel exuberant with the knowledge that I am living. Other times I wish I could reset my life and start again; a little more graceful, a little less clumsy. Either way, I acknowledge the fact that we are on borrowed time. The earth is stable in its instability; revolving in cycles of life and death, abundance and famine. Somehow, perpendicularly to the subtle inherent chaos, we manage to live out our duplicated lives on the outer surface of this lonely planet. As we pass flame and myth down from one generation to the next, we convince ourselves that the elegant order of existence denotes personal entitlement and proof of a higher reality. Somehow, the perfected actuality of all suitable qualities needed for this life indicates the existence of an even better reality, so it is justifiable to take for granted this one. This paradox I will never wrap my head around and one reason that my hope for the salvation of the future is in the nimble hands of inquisitive scientist.

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