Sometimes I wonder if our humanity truly amounts to anything. I lay down, staring at my ceiling, late at night and just think. ‘Are we truly as much as we believe to be?’ I ask as though I will somehow manage to find the answer. ‘Are we truly the revolutionizers of this big universe we somehow managed to conquer with our rough hands and unbending dedication- slaving away at menial tasks until we were rewarded with a sense of intellect we use when considering ourselves the ‘other?’ Or are we just big fish in a small pond, deluding ourselves into a sense of superiority when really we are nothing more than a mistake the earth made in its youth when trying to raise something peaceful and green.’
I think about this moreso than I think I should, debating to myself about the strange nuances I know will never truly be known nor understood. Night after night, I come to the same conclusion. My curiosity on this topic will never be satiated. and that is when I go to sleep. This is how it has always been. But today when I opened up my computer I found myself faced with the most beautiful virtually-omniscient words I have ever read. Homer, Shakespear-all classics pale in comparison. I look at the words ‘poopity scoop’, and for once, i feel satisfied. We, as humans, are truly the best of the best.