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=Happiness Forgotten=

=Happiness Forgotten=

The cult of the factitious has been eroded by the cult of the facetious. Where at one time the domain of the human experience was ruled by rich relationships and clear minds, it has since been replaced with ephemeral interactions and distorted, distracted attention spans. The original species which championed the concepts of love and happiness - indeed, had discovered and capitalized upon it - has forgotten what originally made them human in the first place. The ancestors of the happy people are but mere husks: organic bodies without any being, electrical potentials without any thought, hormonal changes without any emotion.

The cult of the factitious has been eroded by the cult of the facetious. Where at one time the domain of the human experience was ruled by rich relationships and clear minds, it has since been replaced with ephemeral interactions and distorted, distracted attention spans. The species which championed the concepts of love and happiness - indeed, had discovered and capitalized upon it - has forgotten what originally made them human in the first place. The ancestors of the happy people are but mere husks: organic bodies without any being, electrical potentials without any thought, hormonal changes without any emotion.

This malaise has created a cult of amnesiacs, who have only the faint, sweet memories of happier days yet have no clue how to emulate them, much less remember them. They are living lies, communicating words which they strive to give meaning to but ultimately fail to do so. Such is the effect of the loss of happiness in humanity, and only upon some stroke of luck will a genius among the depressed rediscover happiness and teach the best students of the race what exactly it is. Until then, our impressions of happiness are flawed and imperfect: In our desire to expand and prosper, we have lost a complex and rewarding part of our world without even realizing it, and to this day we struggle to discover: What exactly was happiness?

This malaise has created a cult of amnesiacs, who have only the faint, sweet memories of happier days yet have no clue how to emulate them, much less remember them. They are living lies, communicating words which they strive to give meaning to but ultimately fail to do so. Such is the effect of the loss of happiness in humanity, and only upon some stroke of luck will a genius among the depressed rediscover happiness and teach the best students of the race what exactly it is. Until then, our impressions of happiness are flawed and imperfect: In our desire to expand and prosper, we have lost a complex and rewarding part of our world without even realizing it, and to this day we struggle to discover: What exactly was happiness?