Poetic Nonsensical Accuracy
We aren’t even thinking about the first human. Humans are so far removed from that; we could say intelligence in humans is artificial. Language is acquired, just like you acquire language. Why are humans so obsessed with predicting life, or controlling it? To restrict it is worse — it’s simply not living.
A dog almost killed me once. A moth was the first virus for a PC. Trying to control life with pure intention of survival is a lot different than living. And yet, people are so distracted by games, routines, and rules, they fail to take care of themselves or the world around them.
Even in a void, one interaction — one single thing — is enough to create reflection, purpose, and potential. That’s the spark that keeps life meaningful, even when the world is fragile and unpredictable.
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