A Tribute to Humble Beginings

Every existing entity is composed of flaws. Sentience absolutely requires the housing of contradictions. Without them, no personality can exist, no opinion, no singular being. Begin with objectivity, a completeness of knowledge and perspective, and insert flaw: blindness, sections of closed mindedness, narrow views; the byproducts of choice. In this manner beings are born, personalities created. The narrower the view, the deeper the flaw, the higher the capacity for decisiveness and action, the stronger the tendency towards fervor. Fanatics on one end, subjectively right while inevitably wrong. The other end is loose, drifting aimlessly, beings so aware they’ve dissolved in it, so aware as to have ceased opinion, influence, and life. Having looked everywhere else, the conclusion arises that we have no purpose, save bedrock fairytales that cannot be accepted. At this point, the slide towards the loose end begins, rewarding with ever more wisdom, tainted by the married inability to act. The motive to maintain a respectable societal role seems lost, and yet some things still draw smiles. These we have no choice but to follow… mere artifacts of a biology nearly obsolete.