We call ourselves human, when that is only a identify for a semi-evolved slab of meat delivering a slim vary of perceptions, a auto in a confined charade that for some elusive motive that we get in touch with karma or destiny is doomed to carry out a very circumscribed established of functions that we devote with a narrative that we believe that in out of a pretty accurate suspicion that or else it would be excruciatingly monotonous.