Hum is Us, Hum is We.
Hum is You and Me!
*It rhymes! It rhymes!*
Hum is Us, Hum is We.
Hum is You and Me!
I stand at a point where every time I hear somebody include me in Hum on an every day level something sinks inside, consumed by the whirlwind of diffidence that expresses itself as crooked creases on my forehead. It wasn't always like this. There used to be jolly days when Hum was radiant and blossoming. I never could have dared to imagine Hum being one of the most grotesque disappointments. The rapturous beauty of Hum cannot be denied, but the nefariousness you and I disfigure it with dragging it to the zenith of morbidity is grievous and only more outrageous.
Constituting Hum is like the genesis of a family; a demanding assemblage that extracts peace off of conflicting personalities. Hum is an oxymoron or it's like a molecule that is the bearer of tightly bonded opposite charges. The delicacy about it is that it gives you a reason to strive for someone other than yourself by enabling you to be larger than yourself. Very human thing to do. Very rightful. The only condition that needs to be met is: Hum needs to be Hum and not a parasite.
I use the word with sensibility. I do. I try. I think. Blah! I want to.
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