Wow.
Being alive is exhilarating, most of the time.
It can be downright depressing, sometimes.
Like, what is life?
What, exactly, is life? :^) What is the essence of our existence?
Who made us?
If the 'Big Bang' is real, who made the big bang?
How are we so complex, if we 'evolved'?
Why, exactly, are the odds for evolution too great, when studied upon?
Why do we exist?
What makes us tick?
What, exactly, are we doing here?
Also, let us ponder the question: why Immorality runs amok in our hearts and lands.
I mean, since we may or may not know EXACTLY what we are doing here, we might as well make our stay pleasurable.
Is Pleasure a Crime?
IS PLEASURE IMMORALITY?
So, why, exactly, does Immorality run amok in our lives? Why, exactly, is immorality smiled upon, especially in recent times? Why? Do YOU know why?
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Non-FictionWell, this story is mainly about me: my interests, my aspirations, my beliefs, my experiences, stuff like that. I'll write other works, but this is the first story that I'd write that won't be submitted to an English Language Teacher, or people lik...
