Who are we if not slaves to this wretched intelligence? We are nothing. We do just exactly what our incomparable intellect tells us to, and when our intelligence dies, so do we.

My point simply put is this: life is not complicated, life is simple. We, due to this infernal thought process, just think it is. Humans alone feel the extraordinary need to question, and then are never satisfied with the answers. So we question the answers, and the answers to those questions, until finally, we have mutilated even the most simple of things, such as the beauty of a Spring morning into humidity levels, temperatures, and various molecules. And still, we are not happy.

If you're looking for meaning, look to nature. If you're looking for happiness, follow a chimpanzee around. Simplicity is a lost art.

-Arti