Why do humans always cross lines?
I used to take pride in crossing lines, but I was only fooling myself because there are far many more lines I dare not cross. There are human forces on my back so heavy that I dare not test them, because breaking down a barrier never begets love without its twin, hate. Eve ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, and she can be praised for taking that leap for mankind, or she can be blamed for bringing us away from ignorance and bliss.
For once, let’s just chill. No crossing of lines, no progress, no knowledge. Please, let’s just chill.