blue ocean

Humans terrify me.  I try to put on a brave face, but I have distilled a single truth of life, which is that humans are stubborn balls of concrete rolling down a hill.  Immutable.  Petrified.   Inflicting maximum damage in contact.  Has anyone actually tried to speak to a human and try to change their mind?  It’s like whispering to a locomotive.  What’s the point?  I miss the ocean.  In the ocean, one’s tears are a positive contribution.

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