Human, soul in meat sack, yours is not to know, simple blind puppets extracting experiance to build conciousness, a great cause. But to be human is to agree to be stupid to your origin. Human life is puppet in service to powers and principalities beyond human understanding. And in your true self you all know this, then play at discovering where you come from and why you are here, so funny.

Human, yours is not to reason why, you must simply do, and die. You are so much more than the stinking flesh, you go home soon, then you see the game we all play, then you laugh too, great galactic party