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What is it?

What makes you? Is it simply your biology, eons of evolution and adaptation? Or is it more? Is it your beliefs, is it your home, is it your family, is it your town, is it your culture, is it your experiences, is it your music, is it your art, is it your voice, is it your thoughts, is it your dreams, is it your love, is it your passion, is it your drive, is it your curiosity, is it your sadness, is it your speed, is it your convictions, is it your pride, is it your hope, is it your ignorance, is it your past, is it your future, is it your present? What is it?


All they could see was everything

The night was black, a deep, soul-wrenching black, with dark blue streaks and dazzling stars, like diamonds carelessly scattered across the horizon. A moon peered down below. And down below, a swirling ball, bright with life. As the moon peered below, she could see the earth teeming with life, culture, and hope. Throughout her time, nestled far above, the moon would come to know this place well, this place teeming with life, culture and hope. The moon learned the nature of war, the growth of a nation, the beast of oppression, and the power of freedom. The moon observed, through its ancient eyes, what beauty, and love, and fear truly meant. The moon came to know its people, over centuries, as they adapted to the restless beat of time.


The people grew weary and somber, holding the history of their forefathers and carrying evolution in their bones. As they gathered upon this silent night, with young children in their arms and awe in their eyes, they peered far far above. Past the soaring winds that shaped their land, past the long, white stretches of shapeless clouds. And up above, all they could see was everything. Infinite vastness of space, filled with mystery. And while the terrifying enormity of the unknown was felt, the beauty of its mystery escaped no one. With heads tilted back, the people gazed at the amorphous beauties of unparalleled power and reveled in the blazing glory of such heavenly objects. But, most of all, they peered at their all-knowing moon, an ageless guardian that held the weight of the world.