Where does this duality of society end? From where does it even begin? In my lifetime, I've never bore witness of something ugly inside nature. However, it was always inside man's mind, where it could thrive. The back alleys of your worst memories, that's where a man hides his ugliness. But what is it that defines this ugliness? Is it, not the man himself? Has he not defined himself to his own whimsies? Maybe we aren't who nature intended us to be. Maybe what we are is just a mere illusion, a reflection of what was or what could be. Maybe we are god's mistake. But maybe, just maybe, we are what he hoped us to be. A little lost at times, but isn't that what gives us purpose? How do we find ourselves in this vastness of us? An us that we have created. An us where we have constrained what makes us, us. 

In the face of it's overwhelming vastness, it can be really easy for us to lose our way. And maybe, just maybe, that is what god intended us to do. To fall, to trip over, and to learn. To evolve. Maybe that is what nature wants us to do. Maybe that's what we are. God's mistakes on his own glorious journey. But maybe, maybe that is all what we are. God's mistakes. Maybe that is what we will ever be. Mistakes. Scribbled words in his epic. An epic, we will never bear an end to. An epic, whose start we have yet to understand. Lost in the middle, are us. The middle men of history. Never to know our conclusion, and an uncovered beginning. With the very hope that our existence is something to be explored, an unbloomed flower, comes the gut-wrenching reality that we have to face, a lawless barren waste of soulless people limpering around for a shred of happiness. Where does this duality end?

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