The beginning of a life. Of something new. Of something entirely new.

And, we gather. It is seen as something, it is good, the new is good so

We raise it and coddle it and cultivate it and grow it

We feed it and teach it and

Add it to the list of ingredients.

One part desperation. Two parts necessity.

Throw it in the hole with the others.

One part. Two parts.

We say there’s no other way. This is just how it is.

One. Two.

We get to the end.

Why does no one ever ask,

Why is this how it is?

Is this really how you want to live?

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