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Oi gente, boa tarde RS

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There's a saying in Portuguese "comer o pão que o diabo amassou" Which directly translates to "eat the bread that the devil kneaded" Which means to go through a tough situation...

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oh no pleeeease don't take my soul or anything like that~ (i love lesbians

“Humans are worth it,” is something Dantalion says when questioned about their relationship with Earth.

Ever since I was young, I was very passionate about new discoveries. I used to watch videos on YouTube explaining topics such as astronomy, and went through a phase where I was simply obsessed with radioactivity. An invisible force that deforms things? That was so amazing, and terrifying, for little me.

I always had some degree of megalophobia, but even so, I used to spend hours looking through constellations in Stellarium. Laying down on my backyard, checking every star I could see in the sky – tearing up, so scared of the vastness of space but so, so enchanted.

I loved to know. I loved to go school. After I learned how to read, I’d look up Wikipedia articles and try to understand what they said. I used to write comics a hundred pages long about different animals and their habits, and even had a little obsession with dinosaurs at some point.

Until this day, I am in love with the human spirit. I will always, always tear up when looking through Artemisia Gentileschi’s paintings, and reading about Marie Curie’s life. I love being human, and being able to create art.

But what about the unknown? Things science can’t yet explain? Some people need to attach themselves to the idea of god, of a higher meaning, for their spirit won’t rest if told there isn’t an end goal but to survive. This plagues humanity’s history ever since our very beginnings, and that’s completely natural. It is expected, and sometimes reasonable, to use the supernatural to justify the impossible, but I don’t like it. In fact, I think it’s and insult to choose to believe in an imaginary force than to believe in the human capability of discovery.

And if a person needs to have a higher motive to live, then their spirit is weak – being alive is enough. A human doesn’t need the supernatural to live a fulfilled life, because being human is enough. If a person can’t live knowing they are completely and utterly alone with their thoughts, and there isn’t anyone waiting on the other side, then the idea of solitude plagues them, and hating oneself is the first step to insisting on needing a divine savior. Unfortunately, a lot of people cannot withstand the idea of being responsible for their own actions or being the sole leader of their lives – the majority needs authority, because they’re too meek to be their own, and they search for all kinds of leadership, let it be political or religious.

The outrage is turning away from the truth. The “indomitable human spirit” is one of perseverance, hope, strength, and curiosity. The incredible will to dominate the inconceivable, the disposition to search for answers in the darkest pit, the passionate genius, from building pyramids to splitting atoms.

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who is this divaaa?