History...my favorite subject, because it contains so many stories, and stories are much more better when they are real, right?
But they ARE real, right???
Just exactly how much of history is guesses, how much dictated, and how much truth? Are the heroes really the heroes? I can now understand why old people laugh so much. The cosmic bulls**ttiness of life would leave you cackling too, especially when you think back to yourself going along with all of it.
At that point, I think it's true that it's better to live under deception. Because if I knew the truth's I fear are right, I wouldn't do anything because their would probably be no point. Or maybe I'd do something crazy...but then there wouldn't be a point in doing anything crazy...
Looking from that perspective, humanity considers itself natures awesome, concentrate, but how do we look from the vantage point of trees or mountains. The impartial observer is like, "These people are frickin nuts. On top of that, they never stop moving and they never shut up. They're like ants with chisels f**king everything up." Uranus laughed and pointed when Earth said it had humans- the galactic equivalent of crabs.
Well...that ends my strange insight- or beersight- for the night. Time for another Sunday...
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