Questions We All Ask
Who are we?
Where are we going?
What is our purpose?
These questions are the ones set forth by out society. They are our given guide.
These questions are answered with science and logic; reasoning and calculating equations.
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I have these tendencies?
Why are my thoughts only my own?
These are the questions I ask myself. They cannot be answered with a scientific proof. They do not follow the rules of physics. Erudition is not existentialism.
I am on a journey, one that will be defined by my experiences.
My journey will define me. It will be defined by my actions. My journey will take me to places that only I can appreciate.
The journey of the individual and the experiences of the hive will define us. The human race will write its own history.
What will you add to the journal?
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