Humans are everything. Name it. Say it. We've done it.
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the downright stupid.
Humans also have a tendency to humanise anything. Personify things that have no right to be personified. Regardless if it's to understand or not. Giving reason for something's existence, and giving an explanation, an understanding. By humanising it. Personifying it. It's what gave birth to religion after all.
To understand. To calm the unnerved.
Thunder? Oh , that's Just Thor throwing a tantrum.
Earthquakes? That's just Mother Nature being angry.
Snow everywhere? That's just Jack Frost getting over excited.
With Belief comes creations. Belief makes true.
All concepts and Ideas that Humans have made and changed for as long as we have existed. And will continue to change for years to come. But if things were to come true.
Like all things that become a reality.
In a way that Humans, and Humans alone have made them to be. Can we even conceptualise that? Can we understand it? All without going mad in the process. There's a fully believed theory that, the more you understand the world around you, the more you can't handle it. Where depression just becomes more and more likely. And that's just an example of many.
Like all things that become, and be.
Humanity will inevitably follow. Where we become, when we are.
Even though not all things, all ideas, all concepts get created. Not all get the face of a God. Regardless of its following. Or which version gets believed.
At the end of the day, being more than one concept, more than one idea. Would just make you go mad. With limited choices to make yourself no longer mad. No longer feeling too stretched. Head no longer fit to bursting.
Very few, if any, can be pluraled.
Humanity would be one of them. But Humans are everything. And delicate is one of them.
The transformation would be too much. Resulting in either death or suicide. Because we can not handle that.
Are not built for that. To have a hive mind.
Through a complete and utter fluke.
One Human becomes. One Human beās.
Through saving our own species from the fear and uncertainty of extinction. From life outside our solar system. Our own understanding.
One Man, who does not even know himself, which may have resulted in his saviour. Forced assertion befalls him. Where he is forced to become.
Fully realised by how we see ourselves, as our own species.
Oh, Ryland Grace, what befalls you this day, what have the fates beholden unto you?
May Lady Luck shine her light upon you.
