Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Do they only make noises?
What are they doing? They are small. But they don't behave like one. They are all over the places. And they are far from being kind and good. They go to war. They fight each other. They killed each other. When comes to intelligence, it is a `filled-up intelligence', an intelligent that can be repaired to suit one's need. Have they been sincere when coming up to and help each other? They didn't die at the same time. Neither they are born to this world at the same time, together. So how could they be kind and good to each other? What could be possibly bind them? Allahuakbar.
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