Humanity
What makes us human? The motives of progression? Sadness, anger, fear, and happiness? What wills a person’s relentlessness to pursue the imaginary? The autonomous complexities? The inherent orderings of randomness? If emotions were developed through the ages, why, then, do they only sojourn in our psyches? What is the difference between a human and a machine when he consciously reduces a complex to only subconsciously obtund by its simplistic residue. What about loitering? An inescapable consequence? Or a means to cope with our helplessness? Talk the talk and walk the walk… talk the talk, walk the walk… talk the talk, walk the walk… I hope I remember its anti-pattern.
