Human nature is something defined against all odds. Odds that one can never accumulate or gather to themselves or other people. So instead, they bring themselves to situations that’s way out of hand for even their mind to encounter. Trapped in their mind of lost formulations that’s not even accountable to their own being of existence, they defend. Mad beings created out of the ordinary to revolutionize a society that is already a demolished scrutinized process of abstractedly profound occurrences. Hypothetically, a revolution stands as eternal as to what the minds create in historic, momentary, and lost illusions that some call reality. Reality, my delusional curse and my incoherent formula that I am still creating. Fantasy, the realms I escape into to search for the meaning beyond the human eye. What is lost, cannot be seen, and what is seen, cannot be realistically found. In the dimensions we live in, the worlds we see, it's nothing beyond what we can create. The revolutionist, the humanitarian, the artists, the minds eye. We all as one evolved, and yet, there are many more to come.
My philosophy explaining humanity and revolution.