From the beginning of our Civilization,
We Fought ! we fought never ending Battles,
First with the Nature, then among ourselves,
Ages pass by, we are still fighting, Sticks turned into Swords, Arrows turned into Bullets, Fire turned into Nukes, it's just the same as it was before.
But still among all these, we look up to the sky, to the stars, to the heavens, Yearning, seeking answers.
But, never did we try to grow up as a Species, we store and then pass on the weapons we cultivated to our younger ones, Teach them to repeat the the same thing, again and again and again, a vicious circle, never ending Woe, everlasting Damnation,
like the Ferryman would say, "Though me, the way to the City of Woe. Through me, the way to everlasting pain. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
Yes, perhaps we all are The Ferryman.
But all these, for what ! Keeping us and the others in the Grave the most "Protected and Safest place" that our ancestors dug ?
Perhaps So !
But if it is so, Then the Answer we seek from the heavens will not be so pleasing, the yearning we have will become delusional and futile.
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