If I had to describe the whole bullet of the world into one measly word, to cram religion, love, hate, war, death, and birth into a small little box of a sentence fragment and ship it off to the fabrics of my imagination, It would be leaf. The world is one, big leaf. Think about it - leaves are constantly in movement. Some depart themselves from their lifeline, whether it be a looming Oak or a budding sapling, they fly away into the breeze. While others sit and wait until the fall, until they can shed whatever color they happen to be at the moment. Just like people.
The fact is, I can back my leaf theory into proof. You see, when those leaves fall from their trees, they soon die. Shrivel up into a thin, brown paper bag of a thing. However, they leave a tiny seed from their corpse on the spot they died. Just like people. You see, humans perish with a imprint of themselves. That imprint is the very core of our soul - the dreams we share, our memories we blanket and even grudges we harbor. However, as important as that imprint is, it's nothing without a purpose, a desire to lead it. I've found that when motivated, imprints can go to extreme lengths to be fulfilled. Such lengths include murder, suicide, fame, lies, and the publishing of Romeo and Juliet.
