Looking back, in my youth, I thought that the world was fragile, that it could be broken with a touch, live, laugh, love, no matter what you do, you’re born, and roads are built, who knew the ground was solid, and that buildings are stable, the mountain, what is it made of, a lot, just a bunch of stuff, bridges over rivers and valleys, and praying before altars, think about it, you don’t have to touch, but give it a kiss, pay respects to your mother and father, choose a side, Uranus or Neptune, flip a coin, the cookie crumbles, why care, what does it matter, whatever you do, it’s enough…This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it