I bet most of us are not us but something else.
Like a rose, it never understood it.
It valued the definitions, as soon as it bloomed, it started following his duties.
It saw his universe in garden.
It saw his meaning through the lense of other flowers.
It never asked the bees the right question.
The rose never knew it's identity, even the name is an external attribute, the aroma it had, it was pleasurable and an attribute defined by society.
Probably the aroma has a meaning which rose never could understand - it probably meant that the smell is a sort of energy that can change the universe if it is enhaled by certain species.
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