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Chapter 43

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"What does it mean to be human?

Have you ever asked yourself such question?

I have.

What makes us. . .well us.

Why is human and animal perceived like two different things? What is that makes a tree different from a dog? Their cells? The way they get their nutrients in different way? The fact that one can move freely while the other is bound to remain stuck in one place, hoping that the wind will make their seed travel away in search for a new environment? Yea. . .that does make sense.

But what does make a human different from a dog?

Our cells are the same, our organs are similar, we both have a way of communicating with our kins and deep down we both have the same instincts. The only difference that would come to my mind is that we repress most of those instincts because they would be in contrast with our moral. Yea. . .a moral, we humans have morals, we humans know the difference between good and bad.

If we kill a sheep we can feel bad for that poor lamb, we can imagine that it may had a family, we can humanize it. We have empathy.

We will still kill it but deep, deep down we will always rationalize the WHY we killed it because our morals tell us that killing = bad. Even the most ferocious killer knows that but in their case they will just ignore it.

A lion however won't care for the lamb. It won't care if it had a family, if it was young. . .a newborn. It won't feel bad because it doesn't know what bad is."

Cold eyes pinned your figure down on the seat below you. How. . .how many times have you heard this monolog? Enough times to be able to repeat it with closed eyes and covered ears. You couldn't even move for that matter, it was you were stuck in this damn chair and your limbs were stuffed with weights so damn heavy that it was impossible for you to move them.

So you just stayed mute listening to the strange yet familiar woman's words coming out of her dry lips. This was not how you imagined the after life to be, well. . .it must be the after life, no? It's impossible that you survived that weird ass hallucinating trip you went through. . .how many years ago? Enough to make you go mad it seem.

You are seriously starting to get sick hearing about humans here and humans there. You did so much to pit an end to this whole circus and they just had to come back and rub salt on the injury.

"Well. . .that's just a theory" the woman smiled, bringing on her lips the glass, most of the time she asked questions like she wanted you to answer them and even if you talked, screamed, cried she would just ignore it and continue on with her discussion, acting like she heard something entirely different from what you just said "What do you think about it, son of mine?"

"I just wonder why hell looks so similar to home"

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Walking around aimlessly on the balcony Cinnabar couldn't help but let his gaze shift toward the sky where in the middle of it a colorful blue mass rested there in all it's glory. The earth. The place where he was born, the place where everyone was born yet it will not hold any of their ashes as there is nothing to turn into ashes anymore.