The clouds attacked, slowly obscuring everything.
We took out our eyes and pretended we could see.

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.

I’m fascinated by the idea that although anything can happen, only one thing does happen. That reeks of fate to me. Sure, at the time all the events that occurred before today seemed totally random, but now they are fact. It was an incredible improbability that I was born the person I am. Uncountable amounts of random occurrences had to happen for me, or you for that matter, to exist. Yet, they happened; here I am. From this point my existence seems like a forgone conclusion. So does the American revolution, WWII, 9/11, etc. Were these really chance events? Can we prove that it could have happened any other way? I’m actually asking you these questions. I’m unsure of the answers and other people’s thoughts would be much appreciated.