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To whoever is listening
What is life? It is an odd phenomenon that philosophers and poets alike have been trying to tag meaning to for millennia. In fact, they'll never know. Some choose to be cold and calculating and devote their time to analyzing why things happen, while others choose to focus on the emotional side and become lovers. Me? Well, I try to drive a middle path and sometimes come to find that is not a very easy task. To understand life is not to know what goes on at the subatomic level of just how exactly we got here, one must also understand the human element. A very complex situation indeed. Emotions themselves are hard to understand and so is the simple task of understanding. Cognitive thought, what separates from the rest of the animal kingdom right? So isolated and so ignorant we are. Just thinking about it drives me crazy. Science dictates that things work in very predictable ways, but recently it has been seen that, subatomically, things don't work that way and particles take every possible path at once yet are canceled out until only one is left. Just when we thought we almost knew it, we opened a new can of worms of multiple dimensions, god particles, and strings. Almost like how things get when we examine humans at the smallest level. A strange parallel if you ask me. I find it hard to understand myself sometimes.
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