CHAPTER 43: HOPE
Life of a sentient can be confusing at times. Some things just do not make sense. You are exposed to technology and science and all manner of craftiness that no other creature you know from outside your species is capable of. We work hard to be successful while navigating through conflicting emotions. Day after day you toll and then a day comes when you die. Crazy isn't it. Death is a humbling experience for sentients. We have the ability to think and create and so we form cultures and traditions and myths and beliefs and so many things. We have society and as time goes by we begin to form groups on the basis of our differences. "You do not speak our language; therefore, you are not one of us." We say. We find once and again things and things that separate us; religion, ethnicity, skin
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