Lately, I've been reading up on people, both ancient and recent. Some call that stalking.
Well, duly noted and I agree with that. There was no conclusion..or closure from this, just fascination on how we are no different from one another, like we are of the same organism.
In nature, I must play a certain part for you, because it's not your part to play. The stomach digests your meals for you, just so your brain has the freedom to wonder, or your senses to sharpen.
Not long ago, the German philosophical scene divided itself into Romantics and philistines. One cannot survive without the other, because we are indefinetely creatures of society. One devotes their life to the arts of God, the other mows the fields.
'Idleness is the ideal of genius, and indolence the virtue of the Romantic.' One dreams itself away, the other carries the weight of these empty delusions.
That era chugged along, and the rest is history. Everyone wants to be an individualist during that time, more so today, yet nothing is of original thought, not even angels.
Every idea is planted in from somewhere along the lines of time and space, to claim each to its own is accepting the responsibility to educate and inspire and benefit the greater good.
And do believe me when I say that your destiny was not yours alone to walk.
We have been here for billions of years, someone has already done the homework for you, and the reasonable thing to do is to make these paths clearer for the next 'you' to be the next idea.