Questioning
What defines beauty? The narrow hips? Good looks? A big bosom? Who implanted these thoughts into our heads? Was it "God"? Was it the "Media"? Or was in implanted into our genetic code? What is the purpose of a "God" anyway? Why do people insist of having a capital G for "God"? Does religion have a hold on all of us that we couldn't notice? In fact, why don't we notice the subtle questionable questions in reality? Was it because the media kept showing us what we wanted to see? Are we truly the slaves to the media? Have you ever wondered if the media is a slave to us? Constantly telling us what we want to know to survive. What's the point of life anyway? It's not like we're just put here because someone got bored and started to make chemicals clash, right? Could we all be part of an experiment? Maybe a race with higher intellect has decided to put us here just to see what we would do to the planet. What if the previous statement was true, and they decided to show themselves and tell us that they're the ones who created us. How would we react? Would we shun them? Call them heathens? Or join forces and repeat the experiment again on another planet? Am I out of my mind to ask these questions? Perhaps. Maybe I'm controlled by beings smaller than myself when this is typed. After all, I'm curious. And isn't this what a curious mind does? They question and question and either get an answer or not. Are my decisions to post this wise? Maybe. Does it matter? Maybe. Will we ever get a definite answer for everything? Probably not.