Every day is a melody comprised of dissonance. Our ability to create new, novel ideas is only the result of ongoing contrast against a background of an ever-shifting concept of normality. We dance about our daily lives not to the tune of the world, but to the song we let ourselves hear. And our lives are guided by opposing thoughts: for every individual is both significant and meaningless. Our collective drowns out the truth, but each individual is merely a result of that collective.
Every human is blessed with the ability to conceive of the world, but that knowledge is also their curse. We are indeed strange animals, for without these thoughts and our ability to share them, we would have no cultural history. And without this history we would be no different than protozoa in a pond – existing only to survive in the currents of our environment. We mold our environment to our mind, and the environment molds our mind to it.