And until I find myself, I will have to listen to Bill go on about Chelsea...and that is not my cup of coffee...but, who knows, we understand those we love fully.
I know he's got some point, but at the moment I cannot come to terms with what the man told me and why it shook me up. I wish it were guilt because I seem to soak up on guilt and write some wicked short stories, but it's not...it's more like being lost.
Bill says, "then that would be the end of free-will."
I am still muddled by everything that happened today, but wonder- what would happen if everyone cared more than they should about others?
It got me asking, "what are we?"
Humans kill just because they know they can take a life- for the sake of killing.
Animals do not kill unless it's for survival.
I was watching Hannibal yesterday and was reminded that humans are the only creatures that kill for the sake of killing.
I don't think so.
What makes someone human? Can you list the requirements of being human aside from possessing the bi-pedal gene? I mean, is there a tangible clause that would factor in this?
So, what is humanity?
I could not pass by without sharing what I could, but in three seconds the man's words managed to torment me all the way home. I am fresh from my afternoon nap and it's scorching hot here in Kisumu, and I still can't help but talk about him.
I walked away faster than I did heading towards him because he'd just faulted me for handing him the coin and thus adding to his current situation along that street. I feel ashamed now that I write about it.
I still don't know what it's all about, but a stranger challenged me this morning. He told me that "if the world were as human as me then it'd be hell on earth."
I don't know: to show compassion, understanding, attain glory, develop...kill.
What is being human?
What is humanity?The condition of being human.
How can one change the world if one identifies oneself with everybody?