A person is a person

Humans, a species born of nature yet surpassing nature.\ Humans, a kind of greedy animal, are never satisfied; they spend their entire lives exploring and seeking.\ To humans, the unknown is always the best, and nothing can frighten them; even death, they face without hesitation.\ Unlike other creatures, the ignorant among humans always consider themselves knowledgeable, while the knowledgeable always consider themselves ignorant.\ Humans are animals skilled in lying, deceiving, and disguising themselves, for only in this way can they survive. Those who are not good at disguising are seen as 'bizarre' in their eyes and are objects to be avoided and ridiculed.\ The ridiculous thing is, as a human, I actually find myself pondering human habits. Perhaps absurd, perhaps worthy of scorn, but indeed I am thinking, reflecting, tracing back. I am not the first, nor the last; perhaps the vast majority of people have pondered such a boring, laughable question. Sad, perhaps, is that there may be very few who have never considered such matters.\ I often wonder, is nature really as poets and scholars describe it? They say nature has a soul, that it is a mother. I do not understand why she would create children who would ultimately harm her.\ Humans are also selfish; they never consider the feelings of other beings. We have no reason to condemn ourselves for killing other creatures, and I have no ability to stop some from digging up the bones of our ancestors; they embellish their actions with the term 'research.'\ I remember when I was a child, my elementary school teacher once frightened me by saying she would lock me in a coffin. I was terrified at the time, and even now, thinking back, I am still scared, though it is no longer a coffin.\ There are many things I fear, and humans are among them. Thinking carefully, I suppose that most things that frighten me can be traced back to humans. I even extremely believe that fear is something humans themselves create.\ We always live within the boundaries of our own world, never seeing the light outside, never thinking of changing anything. We have obtained much, yet have never thought of letting go. We constantly reach out with hands to take, but never consider whether we can truly hold so much.