WD2

It has always been the second version of everything.

Great artists were praised for being great copycats.

Modern artists were recognized for being original.

Changing the tide and turning tables have made everything equal against the hubris of everyone’s expectations of semantics.

Finally, you understand that you are a baby learning about your world. You ever had anything to begin with.

Everything is your second. You are second to everything.

You are not the greatest.

There is no greatest.

We depended excessively on our emotions.

We invented the concept of having more than others, so we would have a reason depend on when we needed to be happy.

We had long forgotten that we are sapiens who choose how to feel and what to feel.

Do we ever wonder whether the world cares about us?

Does that thought matter?

Is anything concerned with us, whether we’re there or not?

The universe started without us.

It’ll end without us.

The universe is a human that tries to understand itself through its own humans that perform research and studies.

And like a human, it was born absent and will vanish absently.

It was there only to react to being itself during the time when it was there.

And then, bye.

Nothing was ever really felt about anything.

Thor did think that Tony and Steve were pettily arguing as avengers.

How petty? So much that they will fight even when all is lost.

Hence, they call themselves the avengers.

Stuff just happens.

It just do be like that.