Always more
It takes so much.. so incredibly much to be a true decent person. Human I suppose is the word we have been using.
We belong in the cosmos, exploring space but we are here. Honestly friends.. shh.. Ill let you in a little secret..
This is it. There is no other intelligent life. Not at this moment anyway. We decide to make a heaven or hell out of this place.
There is my western white male philosophy coming through but I speak trully.
Someone else must see.. We are in this together.
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