There are little pieces that we find missing
And when they are missing they disable us
Like a leg
Or a heart
Sometimes a brain
A hand
A healthy sleep schedule
A naturally adapting schedule which allows certain things to happen like zooming out of the binding swords that justify our intellect but bleed us out into feeling cold
All of them and many more
Isn’t human experience a mix of all these little pieces that come together?
To have a child to see what has been swallowed by the passage of time pulled under the dark ocean of existence carrying the fingerprint of why
Genomes of what can be chosen to exist on earth and what should be left for another trial
A sense of justification of all we hate because of our deprivation of what could be a better existance but for any reason it is not
There must be a good in everything that is allowed to happen
At least, an epsilon above 0.5
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