What does it mean to be human?
The answer is far past biology,
and out of reach from philosophy.
Humans have pondered this question since they could speak,
sat around fires while living in caves,
They asked these questions from inside Babylon's gates,
and debated those answers since Greece and Rome,
how can we not have answered this question asked so long ago?

What does it mean to be human?
To have stardust in our veins?
To wonder and ponder,
constantly searching to understand each other,
often failing along the way.

I think being human means to doing all these things,
failing,
and getting up to do them again anyway.