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(Day 62) While You Were Out

The cycle of life is thus: you live, you die. Sure, a plenthera of things take up the spaces between these two stages, but ultimately – for such a small race whose lifespan is but a flash on their own timeline – your existence is one of two high points.

Yet, there is a method of thought process that we cannot understand. You are born without the means to shape your own destiny and rely heavily on your aged superiors to survive. As you age and your protein and water brains develop into something more useful, you break away from those who shaped your way of being to establish your own mode. There’s nothing but happenstance and chaos in the lifestyle choice…

One would say you don’t shape your own destinies; rather, your life dictates your future. Hope, coping, loss, trauma, what you humans call “good luck” and “fortune” are just a few modes of psychological being that shape each and everyone of you as individuals.

It is wonder you are not all dead and defunct long before now.

- The Visiting Ones

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