If man isn’t born human, but is gradually built to become human… what exactly does it mean to be – human? As Aristotle anciently stated, “man is by nature a social animal… one without society is a beast… or a God.”
How can I define whether I’m a beast, a human or a God? I fluctuate so sharply between the social centre of the universe and a man who instinctively recluses to survive. One moment I’m subhuman, the next a grandiose feeling of superiority…
If at different intervals in our lives we consider ourselves to be a different animal, a different form… then the definition of ourselves is fluid and dynamically altering. So in this precise moment in the fabric of time, do I call myself one of the three? Or all three simultaneously?
My physical body is warped.
My mental body is warped.
My emotional body is warped.
My spiritual body is warped.
Leaving simply a twisted being, who’s purpose and place in life is unfathomable. For now, I’ll keep following the river…
To conclude at a random, pointless, disconnected tangent – here’s a quote on my mind from Agent Smith:
“I’d like to share a revelation that I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You’re a plague and we are the cure.”