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Can one truly coexist with the world? A thing that tries so desperately to divide, conquer, and assimilate individuals from birth into itself? Can this entity that strives to bring us pain and transgression honestly exist in balance with the soul? Something individual, unique, perfectly new and never to bee seen again, can something like that truly exist within something that only strives to twist and warp people into its own image? How does the soul survive?

Or is it surviving?

I am dying. It is a slow and painful death wrought by years of tears and pain that I cannot escape. What individuality can I have when all claim to be individual, when people form groups of “non-conformists”, which become the trend to conform to and thus create hypocrites from the unknowing? How can one be anyone when one will become everyone? I defy, but in defying I succumb and in succumbing I conform. Whether I defy or not, I am led to the same place: a faceless mass, a unified conscience, a nobody in a world of everybody. Is that surviving?

Or is that death?

The death of an individual, an individual which never existed to begin with, for from the moment one leaves the mothers womb, they are influenced, warped, and changed by circumstance and reason into something that can survive in the world, something that has conformed to live. Something that has conformed… and thus died. So has individuality ever truly existed?

Even now I wonder if my meditations have been thought by another, or more so thought by the whole as a society, as a race, as a mass. Does not everyone strive to be individual, to be truly unique and never to be understood? It gives mystery to a world that is now so easily explained. And yet we strive for what never was, and never will be.

Irony.

So where does the concept of individuality come from?

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Can one truly coexist with the world? A thing that tries so desperately to divide, conquer, and assimilate individuals from birth into itself? Can this entity that strives to bring us pain and transgression honestly exist in balance with the soul? Something individual, unique, perfectly new and never to bee seen again, can something like that truly exist within something that only strives to twist and warp people into its own image? How does the soul survive?

Or is it surviving?

I am dying. It is a slow and painful death wrought by years of tears and pain that I cannot escape. What individuality can I have when all claim to be individual, when people form groups of “non-conformists”, which become the trend to conform to and thus create hypocrites from the unknowing? How can one be anyone when one will become everyone? I defy, but in defying I succumb and in succumbing I conform. Whether I defy or not, I am led to the same place: a faceless mass, a unified conscience, a nobody in a world of everybody. Is that surviving?

Or is that death?

The death of an individual, an individual which never existed to begin with, for from the moment one leaves the mothers womb, they are influenced, warped, and changed by circumstance and reason into something that can survive in the world, something that has conformed to live. Something that has conformed… and thus died. So has individuality ever truly existed?

Even now I wonder if my meditations have been thought by another, or more so thought by the whole as a society, as a race, as a mass. Does not everyone strive to be individual, to be truly unique and never to be understood? It gives mystery to a world that is now so easily explained. And yet we strive for what never was, and never will be.

Irony.

So where does the concept of individuality come from?