How many roads must a man walk
Before you can call him a man
It's a question. Not just lines from Bob Dylan's song. How many?
I still lament that the world does not accept you for who you are. Why do you have to walk any roads at all? And what if you are not a man? That the world is built on the principle of survival of the fittest is to blame.
I'm thinking of another book to write. Centred around this new sense of awareness I have had since the last one I had five years ago and the resulting book. It's basically about how humans are just a bunch of overgrown worms. How the big trample the little. How inequality is the law of nature. And more.
But that doesn't sound earth-shaking enough. Or maybe it is.
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