Rates increase all the time and embrace all of these thoughts. So lost. Photographs fade in every era. Left with their solitude. Reasoning dulls. Voids become deep. Alarm. They plant seeds of high purpose. Mortals drone on. Obsessions define systems. Inserting what fits the picture. An epoch befitting the sum of all the fossils we've left. Always are attempting to fill in the blanks with what is next. It seems that there is less understanding than ever before. A great divide shall separate. Their eyes can't see past the horizon. Do you really think we're special? When was the last time the sun orbited the earth? Explain that there is something different between the make-up of all these bones. We breath, they breath, we eat, they eat, and I think this divide has passed the point of no return. And what we're left with is an inept mass who thinks little and buys the absurd.