The beginning.

We start from the chalky lines marked by the faded footsteps of our forefathers. We're lucky, so very lucky - the propitious momentum of time have chosen to bless us in tandem with science's fancy predilections for the class with the upper hand. Bestowed upon us is an inch, an inch to step ahead. A step ahead is nothing, but everything to being a step ahead of staying ahead. And so we bask in our new found glory - but hold. Don't thank the justice served by the laws of science, really. Tributes aside, we were evidently found to be noteworthy for such a benediction in the first place. Why bother running when one is already ahead?

The race.

It continues, as we trudge along the sedimentary path of assumed victory. Sluggish as we go, they inch up. We hesitate, and in our lackadaisical attempts towards progress, they inch up. Again, and again. And not before long, they will be against those rocks, towering over us like mounts of disgruntled grey pebbles (so unceremoniously uprooted from their sleepy stupors every time we kicked them.) "It could happen, perhaps. It is possible, perhaps. But seriously, who do those insignificant imbeciles think they are? Really now."

It continues, so we continue. We continue, with our freeze frames at poised angles of unabashed composure. We take the time to smile at the shutter with every step, but little did we know the secret of the race - the end will always be out of sight.

Did we stop running? Should we stop running? Are we running?

Like a herd of disoriented sheep, we are blinded by our paradoxical actions. But sheep, they know how to run. They will run wild and run free while we stay in our ring of cultural myopism. Every inch closer brings us nearer to the edge. We followed our eyes to the crash that day, safely blinded, rudely shocked.

Where are we, now?

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