This life. It’s only a reenactment of the life of a sperm.
Will we evolve? How can we even imagine such a thing?
Imagine telling a little bitty sperm what an apple tastes like. Or the pleasure of taking a deep breath in a cool spring morning.
It’s impossible.
And so is explaining enlightenment to those that are from from it. It may be futile.
And like sperm, only few will evolve, while the ret die.
