paradox

January 7, 2015

the human race is the largest paradox,

one rose means more than a thousand weeds,

one person is worth more than dozens of third world countries,

one capitalist is more significant than a father figure,

one stone is worth more than another stone,

currency is worth more than a dying forests,

one death could be more dramatic than the death of the whole human race,

and still,

there is war,

there is poverty,

there is discrimination,

there is murder,

there is insecurity,

and there is loss of "humanity"

and if the entire human race,

was just one speck of dust,

on the giant windshield that is the universe,

then it can be washed away just as easily as the next speck of dust,

so why continue with war?

and with poverty?

and with discrimination?

when we could live in harmony,

and still not make the slightest difference in our universe?

that's what makes the human race,

the smallest paradox.

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