Original Philosophy from the mind of Son_of_Disaster

As we walk around in our respectable haircuts we witness the fragility that is existence. The mocking glances and the pointed fingers denouncing anything that isn't seemed as acceptable. Passing on our genes to the next generation who'll grow up and lose its innocence, who'll be the movers and shakers but most will fail and their life will be meaningless to the big picture. Fragility is a part of existence that binds us to everything. One day the universe will fail and come crashing down upon our heads, before or after our sun burns out and humanity is wiped out and our molecules stretched by a black hole.

What we are is fragile. From birth onward until we complete yet another cycle, we're fragile as the wings of a moth that crumble at the slightest touch. Our being and ego and psyche and everything that we are is fragile. We only build outer shells around that to keep from getting hurt. But pain isn't weakness, pain is beauty and existence. If we didn't have pain then beauty would have no meaning. Out of pain comes everything...almost everything. The only way to crack the shell is to allow someone into the very depths of your soul. The shell will always exist but once we've glimpsed the soul of another human, then we've become intertwined with eachother. The very fact of the matter is that this rarely happens because to glimpse at the soul is to open yourself up to that person as well...which is rare in the existence of the human species.

So far from what we were puts into our heads that we're better than anything else. Evolution happens to everything. Humans have evolved with intelligence but other animals have evolved other parts of their being far greater than any human. The human species cannot communicate with other species and vice versa, so what makes us so much better than them? We're all part of the universe, part of God if it exists, all part of Nature. Intertwinable are the names for God is Nature and Nature is God. It is a Mother and Father to us all. We're sons and daughters of the universe and the universe is us, we're everything that has and will exist until it ends and is restarted or until it ends and thus closes the chapter known as existence.

Maybe I'm crazy and a misfit, I sure I am, but who but the people who're crazy enough to dream and not afraid to die, are the ones who make an impact in the lives of others? Who but the misfits come and go like a soft voice whispered in the ear of a lover, never to be heard again but to stay imbedded in memory until the ending of existence? Who but them, who but them?

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