Human... What does it mean to be such, is it our body, our mind, our soul? Or a combination of consciousness of the three that truly make up what we are incapable of defining as being "human".
I have been in search of an answer to a question I have never truly known, It maybe who am I, or what am I, I do not know. Yet upon this search I have learned a great many things; We are not what we think, feel, or seem to be. We are what we do, and the consequences of those actions help to shape what we are. Meaning that life for someone who chooses to recognize what one is, simply put is beyond conception of one that is what society, culture, or someone other then themselves decide.
You can never understand us until you understand yourself, as this is something of a fantasy beyond average ascent we must solely endure. Hoping, praying that there will come a time when such a concept is not a science-fiction of a future unattainable by mere mortal men and women. Instead a reality of the common human condition of merely being, existing. No more, no less.
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