Day Seventeen

I’m an optimist.

I think there is perfection in everything,

respective to time and place.

Like,

for instance,

say you got dealt the DNA of a caveman during prehistoric times. There would be all kinds of ups and downs, but within that world, everything would make perfect sense.

The visuals would be stunning, but you might get eaten by a dinosaur.

Just is what it is.

Everything logically grows out of what came before it.

A caveman doesn’t get to be an astronaut.

Still,

I think,

everyone basically does the best they can with what they got to work with.

Everyone at least tries to advance the ball down the field.

Thus far, the best we seem to be able to do is pack-mentality.

It’s how we got this far.

Of course it’s a dog-eat-dog world.

How could it not be, seeing as how we are all but a stone’s throw from literally being animals (cosmicly speaking)?

So what’s the next phase?

I think it’s when we all start to realize the limitations of pack life.

It’s time we become ourselves.

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