Rebelling
Life is a rebelle, along with all sorts of its events and its actors which would dominantly present to us as fate. Overwhelmed by their little knowledge, humans have endangered themselves; their "ration" which keeps promoting them among other beings seem to trouble them and because of their deterministic ration, their termination is inevitable.
Such as justice, the sun seems to be setting at such dark hour I am living in. The indecisive human in the dark, seeks for light. Though terrified by the warmth of the fire he/she have lit, they rise up to search for a shadow. One hides his/her little knowledge behind the many words and to cover his/her ignorance, he/she keeps dreaming and having fantasies and alters the definition of what he/she does not know and still, keeps thinking of evolution on the way.
Is the endless confusion in such rebellion resulting from wisdom?
Such as justice, the sun seems to be setting at such dark hour I am living in. The indecisive human in the dark, seeks for light. Though terrified by the warmth of the fire he/she have lit, they rise up to search for a shadow. One hides his/her little knowledge behind the many words and to cover his/her ignorance, he/she keeps dreaming and having fantasies and alters the definition of what he/she does not know and still, keeps thinking of evolution on the way.
Is the endless confusion in such rebellion resulting from wisdom?
