Popular belief has it that the universe is comprised of atoms. In reality, the universe is actually made up of…
Do not attempt to befriend me, sir, or seek to understand me. There can never be a kinship between us because, trust me when I say this, we do not share a commonality, you and I.
While you wake in the morning and wonder where is your cup of coffee, I drag myself from unconsciousness and wonder whose blood I am covered in.
Is it from an animal or human?
And if human, from a stranger or someone I love?
How could you possibly empathize with that?
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