tribalism is one,
an idea,
a thing that is
created,
generated,
in the past, the very far past.
how come it is still
here,
floating and
acting
in the present?
the more it is 'beautiful'
useful, and
addictive,
the more it persists.
nature, life,
and being
are
a brutal,
total,
and primordial
fractal.
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