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Bill Panthers Gates Leo


We are domesticated animals! I remembered it so vividly The text that answered all of my questions: Eukarya Animalia Chordata Mammalia Primates Hominidae Homo Sapien The proof is right there! Right under our noses Right in our DNA! We are in fact animals. I used to wonder: How civilized can one whom has been TRAINED possibly be before they forget that they were in fact wild? When will owners remember that they were in fact as stray as their domesticated pet once was? It makes our attempt of hierarchy seem so futile. In man vs. wild is it the wild fighting the man or is the man fighting the wild Man will be the catalyst to their own demise due to our strive "fur" control and power. Yes, it is true that competition is in our nature as animals. But what happens when the apex predators starts fighting themselves. Humans, the apex predators of the ecosystem, wants another apex predator to rise from the masses, And every individual wants to be that "Lion" But when will we realize that applied order is refutable. Our humanistic interpretation of order is a faulty sense of equality and fairness Nevertheless, this dystopia relieves our true nature, our selfishness our unfathomable appetite for prey and game. This is why the world is so destructive, With control comes revolt. We we're trying to control nature and tame the wild ... But, now it is just fighting back Is it possible exhaust all of our resources? There is no order in the jungle, the only order is nature. Nobody screams when an intruding lion kills another prides' cub, because it is a component of the life of nature. Ironically enough when we were the most primitive of humans that is when everything was closer to an equilibrium. But since we started evolving, becoming smarter, and wiser ... Disfunction brewed I guess more knowledge is power, and ignorance is really bliss The big fish will eat the little fish. Predator vs. Prey Unfortunately, in the mind of man The predator is ourselves the most powerful beings in the world are going against the most powerful beings in the world. Predator and prey. Human and Human And if this is how the world really is, I wonder who is at the top? Since we associate power with materialism ... I guess ... Bill Panthers Gates Leo is my apex predator.
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