Never has the human reach despair such an extend that humanity couldn’t resist it, solve it or at least give it a try. This time, the desire the passion and even the dependence of surviving was intolerable. Individuals, teams, families, colleagues, friends, homosexual couples, business partners, mother and daughter, all agreed that life offered more than they even could imagine. The beauty of tiny things in a tiny world embracing many people was absolutely irresistible. No tongue dared to speak out the truth, the beauty was overwhelming.
Words, completely necessary, if spoken out, were completely useless. Made the souls go numb. Made the minds freeze and the eyes stare into the emptiness of immoral and nonconformist mentalities The complexity of thoughts, the telepathy between positive thinking cortexes, between the hearts of humans, made the scene a crowded melting pot of one mind. The evil versus the divine. The dark versus light. The good versus bad. Clichés. But not entirely. No one wins, there are no losers. The perfect egalitarianism of humans, of individuals as such, is and always has been comparable with the balance of justice. The sword and the book. Two simple items in enormous contradiction. A uncomplicated and complex concept created by the unorthodox mankind. A belief in tradition, stories, ideology and the supernatural, intranational and international. Different minds, same thoughts. Where’s beauty, there must be justice. Survival is the beauty, punishment is justice. No thoughts, just deeds. Actions of our internal animal instinct. The power of the strongest. Despair is human, there’s no ration. The weakest link in an empirical survival. Beauty is passion, despair is the probability of ten dices. There are ten sixes. Each six a second. Will I still be there the next coming minute?
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