Criticism / Hope for Humanity

What you are about to read is my gift to this world.
I aim to start the next self realization of humanity
I believe that the last such realiziton was of potential
now we need direction

I believe that this direction is actaully existing in the sense that we don't need to snuff out other sources of life to exist
we don't live in harmony with nature
this makes us not of this world.

We need to earnestly investigate why we have detached ourselves.

He walked into the house out of the rain. Locked the door and heaved a heavy sigh. 5 dollars for a pack of cigars. None the less he tore open the celophane wrapper and lit up a putrid and distasteful premium cigar.

Despite being what he was. A villified and famous murderur of the masses. He had his creature comforts, just like the heroes of the past and present. He enjoyed this cigar especiialy because he knew of that his destiny was a grand one, his perspective was like that of the hero, yet only the most tragic of ones.

Every time he killed it was for the greater good. Every line of life he snapped was not for his entertainment or benefit. It was for them, the people who made him do it, the wizarding world. He alone knew the path, he alone walked the path, he alone knew where it ended, and why. Armed with his knowledge and his power he walked alone. Only at the end, only when the hero, the final crusader against him knew what he knew could he pass the preverbial torch. The wand.

The public had grown so ignortant. So set in their ways that it s impossible and futile to try to correct them. Salem had taught his masters masters this. The history books were wrong. While witches were burned at the stake it was witches and wizards who burned them. Burned them for telling the truth. For spreading the news that the source of magic had run dry. That every spell, every curse, every act of magic had its price. A price to be paid in blood.

Does every well not have its source? Does every fire not have its fuel. Why is magic so different?
He knew, he knew that it was not different.

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START CHAPTER DOS

Following their loss of magic, the "humans" started exploiting other sources of energy. Oil which was the magic of lesser creatures synthesized into black tar. And wind which was the energy of the souls. Sadly the nature of humans had one fatal flaw. The unwillingness to sacrafice. Repent and to give up one thing for the benefit of the same thing on a larger scale. The humans called it "religion" Any other sentiant being calls it reason, better yet purpose.

The grand scheme of the entirety of everthing is a circle. With no beginning or end. Humanity being depraved and benign ripped itself away from this comfortable truth.

Devoid of purpose and therefore life, humanity can now only survive by inserting itself into other circles of life. Like a cancer. Developing the means to live and die from its host. With the only casualty being the host.

Looking out into the heavens, astronomers see black holes. Eating everything in the sky, we understand now that black holes used to be stars. Stars have so much to offer. LIFE. Black holes take away LIFE.
Humanity was once a star, it has become a black hole. Sapping resources in order to prolong its own death. Humanity sees itself as above life. When in reality it has sunk below it.

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