On Humanity.
 

Humanity.
It's all-encompassing.
You...
You can do, whatever you like,
Whatever you feel is momentous,
Or...
Or somehow, significant.

You'll always be tarred.
With that same brush.
Viewed... viewed with that same
Malignant glare of the Gods,
It's inescapable,
Your predecessors, however long dead,
They...
They've shaped you.

humanity is like a circle
it's infinite
infinite in it's misconceptions
it's perceptions
it's maledictions
it's benefactors
it's mannerisms
it's unorthodoxy
it's obedience

it's always the same.
this is the circle.
if humanity were to become a series of straight lines, suddenly,
everything would be different.

A line for a man.
A line for a woman.
A line for a child.
A line for an unborn.

Where every being shapes his own destiny.

but if everyone shaped their own destiny,
everyone would be living in their own private utopia.

... That...

That would never do.