Human being.

What can one even begin to say about the human being?

All attention is turned toward him.

Everything revolves around him, and only him, on this planet.
Yet we are not the only living organisms—regardless of anything.

The human being, a perfect biological machine, has ended up living artificially, unnaturally, dependent on having, not being.

Yes, ended up is too soft—degenerated fits better, because what is unnatural is a degeneration.

He started with nothing and reached the point of having everything—yet, in truth, lost depth, the ability to be instead of just have.
He lives longer now, but without quality.
He thinks less, because he has allowed others to think for him.
His needs have been turned into products that must be fulfilled at all costs, in the name of convenience and “progress.”

He chooses comfortable lies over harsh truth.
This alone makes him a slave to himself.
He floats on a flashy surface full of illusions and delusions—
and if he dares to disturb the waters, he will be blinded and shaken when he comes face to face with the rot, the sewer he lives upon.

The absolute bottom. Degeneration.
There is nothing lower.
The only way out is upward—
but only after diving deep into the sewer to see and understand what is really going on.
After the realization and the shock, and once he regains composure, he has two choices:

Either to remain in the sewer, feeling "safe" thanks to the shiny, fake surface above,
or to choose to climb out.

If he remains, the outcome is obvious.
If he doesn't, the road ahead is much harder than he thinks.

In this chaos, he has lost many things.
His self, his sensitivity, his empathy, his courage—
and above all, his soul, left somewhere deep down, neglected and forgotten.

Contact with nature has become rare.
Connection with other humans has become distant, superficial.
The ego has been glorified more than ever.
It now holds the reins.

And the saddest thing—with very few exceptions—
is that he now rejects the truth.
That inner instinct, a gift, is rarely used, unfortunately.

The human has become what he was never meant to be.

Yes, everyone has a different perspective—understandable and fair.
But why does he continue to run from his nature?
From his home?
Why did he embrace the artificial and reject the natural?

Because they struck his roots—the place where all things begin and take shape.
And from a certain point onward, there may be a way back... or there may not.
A return to his true essence on this planet that hosts him.

A single breath—that’s the entirety of human life, when seen through the lens of the soul.

The years go by, accompanied by a fake, human-made concept of time—
with clocks that exist solely to serve modern slavery and its invisible chains.

Progress and evolution do not mean: I have everything, I enjoy every convenience, I have cures.
True progress and evolution exist only for the soul on this planet—
not for appearances or for the motto “I have, therefore I exist.”

Many tried to speak, to offer something through their thoughts and actions—
but were eventually sold out, swept away by the glittering surface.
Not all of them.

You won’t find those few on bookstore shelves. Not anywhere.
They came, they gave, and they left—quietly, silently.
Only empty cans make noise.

Humans have forgotten what it means to simply be themselves—
with instinct, empathy, love for oneself and for others.

Yet the system reminds them daily of what has been replaced inside:
fear, anxiety, stress, artificiality, convenience, immorality.

Because today, if you're ethical, you're weird, out of fashion—the madman of the story.