This entity, this universe, this galaxy, this planet. It's all for the time being. You see, we make mistakes, we learn to accept, we make do with what we have, we yearn for more. All these false accusations and crime. What is crime? How do we define something so true and ironically, sane? How do we point out something that is at it's purest of actions? People kill, people rape, people fight, people rebel, and we accuse them as being insane and rash, ridiculous, daft, even. Look at yourself, you kill, you rebel, you rape and you fight every single day of your pathetic life and you're not as insane as these people? Maybe they decided to be a little more physical or violent, maybe they decided to just let go and feel. Maybe they thought, easier done than said. We rape people of their sanity every single day, we kill our dreams every day when we force ourselves into this daily routine we call making a living. We rebel when we wait to complete an assignment hours before it's deadline, we fight our way to get to the top every single day and no one calls us insane. Why? We're all sixth generation prototypes of apes and we're nothing compared to micro organisms and elements and all these tiny particles of life that live and breathe amongst us. We're nothing compared to them, those things can live amongst us without even being seen. This bacteria can take over the world without even physically exerting anything against us and watch us die, and we're not even capable of defining sanity.
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