Among Earth
Humans. . . we never realize how perfect we really are.
We are defined by the biosphere we inhabit, even though we go through our lives like a horse with blinders.
Its time for those blinders to be cast away, for it cripples the mind of its natural health.
Ahhhh the beauty of progression and evolution breathing its reflection every day when we look in the mirror.
Even when the mysterious life/world drapes its perplexed vail in our view, its the nature of thought and reasoning that keeps us moving and the generosity of our creator that lets us wake up every morning.
What better news can you get knowing that you have another day of inhaling and exhaling.
Even in life humans believe that there is an ending to this maze and our pursuit of perfection aspires a truth, when the truth itself is that we are perfect ever since we entered the world and will be when leave it.
Humans. . . just thinking about us makes me laugh!!!!!
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