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Molecules
Thursday, Jan 18, 2007, 7:07 PM
'You say they create their own reality,' said Veronika, 'but what is reality?'

'It's what the majority deems it to be. It's not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it's the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole. You see this thing I've got round my neck?'

'You mean your tie?'

'Exactly. Your answer is the logical, coherent answer an absolutely normal person would give: it's a tie! A madman, however, would say that what I have round my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of coloured cloth tied in a very complicated way, and which makes it harder to get air into your lungs and difficult to turn your neck. I have to be careful when I'm anywhere near a fan, or I could be strangled by this bit of cloth.

If a mad person were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. It's not even purely decorative, since nowadays it's become a symbol of slavery, power, aloofness. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you've freed yourself from something, though quite what you don't know.

'But does that sense of relief justify the existence of ties? No. Nevertheless, if I were to ask a madman and a normal person what this is, the sane person would say: a tie. It doesn't matter who's correct, what matters is who's right.'

-Veronika Decides To Die by Paulo Coelho


Different people all have their own points of view on every single molecule in this Earth that we live in. Whenever an instance of discussion arises, only one cycle is present: It usually starts from two individuals casually talking about matters which are not to announce life nor death. Suddenly, a simple statement sparks up the conversation. Whether it be a question, a declaration, or just a stated fact, it becomes a scene of debate between them for as long as their points don't jive in. Parties start getting involved. Opinions become considered as welcome. Once given, some agree while others don't. An instant feud forms. Misjudgment upon one another follows thereafter. Finally, someone has to put a period at the end of the long sentence that the rest have made. Ah, the saving grace. A decision is made final and they all begin to live happily. Not ever after though since, like I said, all the molecules which consist this home of ours can be a spoiler of the fun. That's why the said situation is called a cycle. It repeats itself over and over again.

But not every single thing brings forth negativity. It just depends on how you use those: productively or not? Since molecules cannot be destroyed but rather transformed, the result depends mainly on you. A complication of a scientific law? It's not. That simply means that it's not of any use if you quarrel over them at all. We all have our own points anyway. Besides, that's a fact which gives life to life.
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