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I feel insignificant in my every day life. I don't need to comprehend the vastness of space to realize just how small I am.
There are over 7 billion human beings exactly like me on this planet and I rank somewhere in the middle of them in every conceivable category. Not the fattest, not the skinniest. Not the smartest, and not the dumbest. I'm simply mediocre in comparison.
We are a bell curve of mediocrity.
Yet, given the amount of people here, we still look higher and lower to understand how important we think we are. We've explored the edges of our galaxy with telescopes and theoretical physics and unmanned spacecrafts. We've explored the very building blocks of existence with microscopes and molecular biology and particle physics. We went so far as to create the gods of Olympus before we understood earth's rotation and the Avengers after we understood that constellations were nothing more than a coincidence.
We ascribe meaning to orbital magnetism and birthdays.
We believe in a creator that formed our existence, because we can't believe that we are just random chance.
We can't accept the truth that we are a sentient byproduct of evolution.
We can't accept the fact that we are an organic program written by a thousand chimpanzees with a thousand typewriters over the course of a thousand millennia.
But, we are.
We are happenstance.
We are inevitable.
We are meaningless and insignificant in the grand machination of existence.
We are not special nor gifted nor graceful.
We exist as a means to a biological end.
We are, merely, a complex stage of evolution pretending to be artists and visionaries.
In truth we are future cave paintings and myth.
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Shipwreck Karpathos Indianapolis, Indiana
Instrumental punks trapped in the Midwest. This is an experiment.
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Ian Duvall used to play bass in this band (and still kind of does sometimes). His latest release, Iterations, will take you on a goddamn journey. Don't sleep on this.
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The second EP from the gloomy post-hardcore dreamboats in Grimoires. It's like if Sparta, Small Brown Bike and My Bloody Valentine had a child, and that child liked wearing black pants at the beach.
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