We are called human








This story I'm about to tell never really happened.


Although…


It could actually have happened somewhere, in a galaxy far away, on a planet that was in its prime. A more or less spherical structure that was supplied with light and warmth by a sun billions of years away. The most diverse ways of life romped about on it, all somehow related to one another and yet completely foreign to one another. They had different skin and hair colors, and some had no hair at all.


The strong and mighty of them called themselves civilized. They had come together in different groups, had claimed land for themselves and gave it a name. Some of them had weapons with which they could destroy this entire planet in a few tenths of a second. They had agreements with each other stating that they would not use these weapons as long as the others did not use them either.How long would it take for one of them to activate it and thus simply wipe out part of this mysterious, life-abundant planet?


From the beginning there has been war and persecution on this planet. There were beings who were doing more than well and there were beings who did not know how to take care of their offspring. Some starved, others ate, and more than was good for them. There were rulers and servants. Both from the same people and yet not equal. There were kings, emperors, tyrants and democrats. They all ruled and they all swore wars.


There were figures who, in the name of a god, destroyed beings of the same kind or forced them to submit to them. They put themselves above them. Both were of the same race and yet they only saw differences between themselves. They couldn't be the same, there always had to be someone who could rule.


Those who were weak among these people could not survive, and if they were, then it was not life, more a service for the strong.

The race I'm talking about has made few things that really matter in all the centuries they have lived on this planet.


This is not some machine or building, not a god or weapon that they have more than enough of.


They are feelings that each of them carries within themselves, even if some have suppressed them.


It is the feeling of hope.


Hope was probably created by the weaker of them. The hope of an improvement in their situation. The hope of a tomorrow from the doomed. The hope of seeing someone again before having to say goodbye forever. The hope of a pain-free death.


Love, I could watch mothers endure the most terrible pain out of love for their children. How the love of a man and a woman gave birth to new life. I could see how much this life form suffers when this feeling of love is not given to them.I saw how the mightiest of them cried when he lost his family, I saw how strong and how weak this form of life is and I realized that these two feelings alone would be powerful enough to show this people the right way.


Two feelings, born in the darkest hours of this breed, are their salvation, I am firmly convinced of that and I have to be, because after all I live among them.


We are called human.










I know, I know, this is not an FF and sounds pretty stupid, but I'm currently in such a phase! So i'm sorry! * forward knee slippage *


Really * fall of hands and bow to me * I vow to get well soon! * Hand Aufbrustlegundernstemien attachment *




* start to grin * But it's your own fault if you read something, even though my name is behind it! * satisfied with the nod of the head * Well, what do you say now? * you look ahead *


Ha! Now i have you guys!* with the fists in the air box * Well, does anyone dare to compete against me? * Einpaarübungsschlägemach * * pant * Well you see * pant * I am the Cham * pant * * I turn around and pre-exhaustion *