Sometimes people think they are great and can run the world. I feel they are like the garden lizard trying to bloat its muscles to challenge the car tires that are about to crush it!

As humans we have enormous vanity which make us close our eyes to reality. Consequently we break our heart, scream our head off and push our chest out in false prestige.

We have very limited ability compared to the nature. One small heave or sneeze can destroy millions, yet we say we are trying to save nature! HA HA!

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