holding strongly to belief - hbl
values. belief. morals. ideals. virtue.
it roots you, binds you, to humanity, morality, reality.
society wouldn’t function without them. it’ll be a lawless hellscape, crime and inequalities and violence blooming like red, thorny roses, snaking through the city and plunging its’ thorns into the chests of the innocent and lending rotting crimson petals of shelter to the guilty and-
-and you’re telling me, that these six-letter words will keep society together? that we all will aim and aspire to be saints, angels, perfect beings born of the finest lineage and purest bloodlines, beacons of holiness that bless and purify the world with their goodness?
because some people don’t want that. some people hate the pedestal they were placed on, while staring at the holes others are dumped in. some people want to be something else, something other, something different from the reigning forces, stranger than they can ever be. some people long for the day humanity remembers its forgotten past, ancestral wrongs, joys and suffering, and learns.
some people don’t want to live in six-letter definitions and rules, because another group of people who are closer to a natural death than you are said so. some people want to make it all disappear with a snap of their fingers, the ‘clear all’ button in their hands. some people just want to burn it all, raze it to the ground, and start anew.
some people want to delve into the call of the deep, history rippling like whales humming through the oceans, the sins of olden man muddling the vision in the dark, little moments in time flashing like the scales of fish darting past. some people want to reach into the depths and pull out dark secrets and hidden mysteries and bring them to the light, the surface, where all may see and wonder in age-old suspense finally broken.
some people want to reach the far corners of the universe, to journey into the abyss, the unknown, the cold and dark and the new, and carve a place for us in the stars, glittering webs of constellations trapping the history of our race. some people want to reach the outer worlds, see the burning trails of stars, catch up with light rays and photons and suspend themselves in eternity. some people want to see the threads connecting this universe, this dimension, with others — a whole crisscrossing, intertwined spiderwebs of fates and futures and pasts and presents. what could have been, what will never be, what will be, what has been.
some people want to experiment, to test every single thing on this liferock, questioning its’ biodiversity and lifeforms, inspecting and picking apart every leaf and flower and fruit, finding out the very essence of life itself. some people want to enter all the glorious kingdoms — plantae, animalia, fungi, protista, archaebacteria, eubacteria — and watch them reign in harmony. some people want to see abiogenesis and biogenesis before their very eyes — from quarks to atoms and molecules and compounds and proteins and bacteria and animals and humans and life. some people want to see new life born from old, a pure flower sprouting from the ashes of a tree sapling, a bloodied newborn in the arms of a euphoric mother.
some people want to record everything. stone on stone, quill on parchment, pen on paper, fingers to keyboard — they will take anything, everything, to keep records of us, our civilisations, our achievements, our destructiveness. every single little detail, secret, memory our species has made, all kept in countless archives and catalogues and cupboards, for the next generation and the next and the next to read. for us to be exposed to the world, and for us to be judged. they will look at the history, the stories, and the cautionary tales laid bare, and they will learn too.
some people want to be the spark that ignites the flame of knowledge in their hands. some people will hold this flame high, as if receiving it from prometheus himself, passing it on to eager hands, a chain spanning generations, preserving the spirit, the curiosity and the desire of humanity to know. some of us remember the will of humanity — to learn.
curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. and humanity will come back again, and again, and again, to find out the truth of the world. we will destroy ourselves seeking forbidden knowledge, and we will come back having known something more.
we do not know when to stop — and that is one thing i believe we will never know.
ok wait uh this is more about what i believe humanity should hold on to in general (but still it’s a belief of mine, right? ahah…) but yes this is more of me saying “i believe humanity should keep the spirit of curiosity alive and keep learning about the world around us because we want to, not because we have to.” so um yes, this is my very, very out of topic hbl piece :)
