Prologue
Justice must always prevail.
What separates humans from other species? What separates a person from a mere animal? Those with positions of power will say understanding basic mathematics, physics, using tools and ethics, is what separates humans from other species. However, evidence of these traits are scattered throughout the animal kingdom.
Does a honey bee not understand that nothing is numerically less than something? Does an ape not understand that if it lets go of a branch while hanging upside down it will fall? Does a crow not understand that if it bends a wire it can make a hook to reach down into a container, therefore, allowing it to reach unattainable food? Does a domesticated dog not protect the house while the owners sleep?
Does this make the animal kingdom in its entirety one big anthropomorphic joke?
Either way, the notion that humans are not animals puts humans on a pedestal, but this pedestal is fiction, and the notion is false. The difference between humans and other animals is that when there is an inferior specimen, they kill it or it dies on its own. These acts, in their natural state, are unwelcome in the thoughts of man.
Love is a veil of insecurities smothering our conscience. It is a tool created from guilt, melancholy, and fear, used in pursuit of defeating reason. Owning it can suffocate, but rejecting it is lethal.
Stephen put his notebook down. This entry was random, he thought to himself. I plan most of my writings.
The small radio on his desk continued to play his favorite tape. He stood from his chair. He looked over at his grandfather clock across the room. It reminded him he needed to leave for school in a half-hour. He wondered if his best friend Sage would be there today. The night before he answered none of his calls.
Behind Stephen, there was a large bookcase full of all the books he had read over his years. This morning would be the last morning he would read for pleasure.
