Lying there he could see it end. There were many travellers in his mind, but they all must've forgotten the trail. The Art of Not Making Sense was not only a continuous procedure for them, it was a means of living. An means of Ends to justifying the means.
They are normal people like you and me, Submerged in self absorbing acts for collective interest while hating collectivism but still doing it just so it suffices us. But perhaps. It was that they were the reason collective order immerged from them. To think of it now, it is our weakness that our obligations are not personal? Or is it the fact that obligation on itself is a concept on itself against nature?
Nature never searchs for obligation, it asks for ur need, and if you keeo expanding the horizon. Everything is justifiable, but a tiger killing a hare is much different from an human killing it or is it?
