Would you rather be disliked for who you are, or liked for who you aren't?
What if your Eden had to be yours alone? Would an incomplete perfection be better than a complete imperfection? --Are you happy by yourself?
How much do we need each other? How much do we need to be understood? Aren't we only understood by an other? Plenty of people would have us believe that humans are really only animals, with only animal drives, animal needs. But animals don't seek meaning. Humans desire to be known, to be understood. Our hungers go far beyond food and sex--our sustenance comes from contact with each other; we reproduce ideas and dreams.
And yet some people are so hard to be around. We should try harder, for the sake of each other. Because, so far, we're really all we've got.
(but if we're a step beyond the animal, might there not be a step beyond the human? Why should it all stop with us? What is out there in the void, waiting to be born?)
Disliked for who I am. Give me an Eden of complete imperfection [perfection is overrated]. Are we really understood by others? Do we even understand ourselves?
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