søndag den 24. oktober 2010

The Poetry of Reality

Most of the time, I feel majesty. Rasied above all other livning creatures - Just because of my consciousness.
I'am not. Not at all. I just creat my own situation, in which we all live. A sociaty that depense on our consciousness, expect us to be better then animals. But we are animals - we are (!)
There's so few things that diveds of from animals. We are humans, an animal species - Whit instinks, gruop realtions, and thinking minds.
We choose, to be better - Only because of small details. Maybe we are better, we can to more things, understand what we are and not. But they can to that aswell.
Sometimes I'am to littel to understand myself, and the univers around me, but I know one things:
The univers is inside myself, and it makes me feel alive.

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