Underbreath muttering of woes
This world, like most other worlds, is victim to its own virtues. The complexities of life stem from the beauty which attracts to life in the first place. Come to think of it wouldn't everything have been much simpler if our forefathers, the single celled thingummys hadn't decided to spring up out of the blue ? Yes, quite certainly a much neater and organised world would have existed. But evolution happened much to our horror, and with it came a long series of constantly occurring changes that have resulted in the tangled mess of our lives as we lead them today. Take people for example. Brilliant creatures they may be but surely some of the most difficult to quantify and rationalise for what explanation is there ever for anything we do. the deep seated motives and subsurface mediations layered with over tones of self righteousness tend to make the bi-pedal mammals almost the most damned-if-i-understand-it things on the planet. Love seems to be a central theme in most of my c