I do actually believe in it. It´s in some way always hard to cope with the fact that things have an end. A beautiful summer, a dusty spring, some love, life and such things. Not that it would be good if they all lasted forever. None of the cases would work out perfectly anyways, that´s why I completely agree with monkeys and goats when they think "Humans ARE complicated".
Back to the arse theory.
Once upon a time, the arse was the physical human end. Men and women didn´t accept it, and stood up, making the end become the center. Their initial end wouldn´t touch the ground unless they were tired. Or unless they fell.
Do we still think we can fly somehow?
I like the word "still". And the word "anyways". They´re hopeful words.
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