Life is a riddle in motion. It’s not a playground for children, nor a topic for slaves in a conversation ruled by those whose deepest hunger is power. Power that eventually becomes wealth. It was a child that turned philanthropist or dictator as we have seen in the medieval and millennial times.
The good man is content, yet he is often silenced, slain by the layers of inherited evil. His virtues, his firstborns, even his legacy, are met with disdain and destroyed by the extremities of a single, unforgiving force.
Those who will inherit the earth sideways, those who play by the rules and expect fairness, live in constant fear of losing their certainty. They cling to the idea that life unfolds outward from their own little corners, as if it were built to suit their comfort. But life does not pander to comfort.
Greed begets greed. And just like that, a select few carve their names into the walls of human evolution. They shape worlds, bend systems, and pass on their creations, commanding others to submit while they continue to rise.
This is Earth: a place where limits are invented to test human pursuit. There’s no final reward, no golden crown for the one who tries hardest to live. But still, we move, because meaning isn’t in the reward, it’s in the striving.
A fool kills a human he can’t replicate so he can inherit the earth. What a fool!
