Observing such a morning, one sees our own nature.

Man cowers and hides his ambition from a sensible society, one predisposed to political correctness as its only yardstick of humanity. He thinks that no one will see his snickering and deludes both the surroundings and himself. As life unfolds, events cause pause and reflection on the inevitability of the failed delusion of the Creator. Yet, with his last stand approaching, no bended knee is offered.

We are but dust and earth, striving to show our relevance in a cosmic tapestry beyond our comprehension. Such folly is almost whimsical, and yet some of our greatest minds are the first to err.

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