In His Name, For U
What they call “human” here and now has neither the essence of connection nor the mark of civilisation. Rather, it is a semblance of human—of the mammalian kind, with ten fingers, walking upright on two legs, possessing an advanced brain once rooted in speech and bound by thought. Now, these dwellers of the present speak only in sound—and no more.
Their lungs expel breath under pressure, sometimes producing noise, though not always from the larynx. This ten-fingered, two-legged, mind-limited creature has conquered the entirety of this earthly sphere. A being so dry that its very aridity clings to it like a shadow.
It is self-centred, self-proclaimed all-knowing, self-appointed judge, and self-assumed infallible—qualities now deemed fundamental virtues in the rituals of our age. It claims the rightness of its own ways and manufactures a semblance of tranquillity from what it dares to name “morality.”
Beneath the façade of the modern age lies this terrifying creature, boldly laying claim to the mantle of virtue.
It’s enough that U are the pride of humanity.
This story continues. Stay with me…
Moment 59
