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What are we, really? For as long as we have been able, Humans have looked skyward and wondered. Wondered about the timbre of our voices About the pastel shades of our skin. When we are cut, why do we all bleed the same red? About our origin. About our purpose. About our murky past and our luminous future. What are we, really? As a species we are collectively stumped. We have journeyed far. From trepanning the ill, ventilating their skulls to drive out malevolent spirits, To carefully calculating the oscillations of distant stars. And yet, Despite our ingenuity, despite our ambition, despite our progress, The truth still escapes our inquisitive grasp. What are we, really? Are we god's chosen flock? Are we simply another infinitely random arrangement of carbon atoms? Flesh and gristle and calcium deposits? Are we overgrown simians with overgrown egos and obnoxious sense of importance? Or are we a simulation? Ones and zeroes on the motherboard of the cosmos? What are we, Really?
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
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What are we, really? For as long as we have been able, Humans have looked skyward and wondered. Wondered about the timbre of our voices About the pastel shades of our skin. When we are cut, why do we all bleed the same red? About our origin. About our purpose. About our murky past and our luminous future. What are we, really? As a species we are collectively stumped. We have journeyed far. From trepanning the ill, ventilating their skulls to drive out malevolent spirits, To carefully calculating the oscillations of distant stars. And yet, Despite our ingenuity, despite our ambition, despite our progress, The truth still escapes our inquisitive grasp. What are we, really? Are we god's chosen flock? Are we simply another infinitely random arrangement of carbon atoms? Flesh and gristle and calcium deposits? Are we overgrown simians with overgrown egos and obnoxious sense of importance? Or are we a simulation? Ones and zeroes on the motherboard of the cosmos? What are we, Really?
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raymond-johnson
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
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