humans are weird
we merge a bunch of syllables together and call it an identity. we make nosies to communicate with each other and call it language. we print a piece of paper with a person’s photo on it and call it money. we mark imaginary huge shapes across the earth and call it countries. we sculpt stones into human forms and call it god. we find comfort in a person’s silence and call it home. we find their jokes as lame as ours and call it love. and it all honesty, that’s all that matters.