What happens when we turn science into religion? What happens when we worship what we know instead of worshiping deities that personify the magnitude of our ignorance?
For some, for the ignorant, life becomes cheap and lackadaisical. What's the point if we take the magic out of it all? Why limit the experience of life to the tiny fraction of the universe that our mind can understand?
For others, the true curious, our passion becomes validated by the poetry of our journey. I shouldn't judge, but I want my magic to be catalyst for progress rather than an obstacle.
I'm drunk and I'm frustrated and I feel alone and I don't want to settle but I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
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