Perfection
By Katie
Disclaimer: Hojo isn't mine. Blame this on LadySephiroth and her wonderful Sebben Crudele, mi fai lan guir.. Or blame it on the fact that I hate hating people. *shrugs* I'm not particularly happy with this, as it didn't turn out the way I wanted or expected, but c'est la vie.
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Sometimes I wonder how we ever made it to the top of the food chain.
Humans are weak. We lack speed, strength, any natural defense. If we hadn't invented tools and discovered magic, our race would have been wiped out millennia ago.
And yet we are content with this weakness. Content to rely on man-made tools, tools that are not a part of us, that can be lost or damaged or even destroyed. Without these tools we are helpless, and yet we are still content to depend on them.
Inexplicable. Completely inexplicable.
Perfection once existed. The Cetra were perfect. They lived in harmony with the Planet and the life It spawned. They didn't need weapons or tools or Materia. Magic was a part of them. Everything they needed to survive was a part of them. They were the ideal.
We can live up to that ideal. We can become that ideal! Knowledge is the ultimate power, and with knowledge we can reach the level of the Cetra, or even surpass it. But that damn contentment with things as they are holds us back. Nobody strives for knowledge anymore. Nobody gives a damn.
Fuck them! Idiots and low-lives, all of them! Too lazy to care about their potential, to strive to surpass what they've already achieved. Too self-centered to realize how out of sync we are with the Planet, how our precious tools are destroying it.
They may not care, but I do. I have the knowledge, the power, the will to strive for my dreams. I will let no one stand in my way; no one could possibly understand. I'm tired of being weak.
Somehow, I will make us perfect.