We’ll kill the crows because there’s too many. We’ll get rid of the monkeys because there’s too many. But we’ll rise the pandas because there’s too few, and we’ll raise the mankind even though there’s enough.
We were always praying and bowing to god but still. Yeah, we were somehow turning in to God. While we didn’t notice, who the hell do we think we are?
I’ve never seen God. I always see them in the painting here and there and also hear about Him in the stories they tell but somehow they’re always human shaped.
Is it a coincidence or fate? Or is it our selfish sketch? Where is ‘here’ ‘there’ ‘over there’?
