vioce withinVoice within I have spent many wasted years staring out this window. This small wooden seamless window. Watching , wondering. Asking myself questions, getting no answers back. I've questioned my existence, of all of our existence. What is the purpose of it all? Only empty echoes ring out, not even loud enough to make ripples in small ponds. The world is so slow it's like nature is half heartedly committing to her job and so I wait. Watching the snow fall in winter, the flowers bloom in spring, the bees dance in summer and the colours of autumn. I wait for a calling that will wake her up setting the world in motion once again. I tear my gaz
UntitledMan has walked the Earth for 200.000 years only reaching full behavioural modernity around 50,000 years ago. Relatively new to the earth's ecosystem we are destroying the very sensitive balance and the consequences are now visible. The solution to the problem is to kill. Look around. Plants get eaten by animals that then get eaten by others until you get to the top predators like the tiger that are endangered. Where do we fit in? We are neither prey nor predators we are guests but, like head lice as guests we can only stay relaxed for so long before we get noticed.According to the crude birth rate there are 12.29 births per 1,000 people whi
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