Our imagination as a race is dieing, the connectiveness with the mind and soul, the spirit and essence of who/what we are.
I blame stuff.
I blame material possesions/icons.
In the begining, there were no decorrations. Just what was lain befor us.
Somehow, sometime, it evolved.
When we go home we decorate out living quarters. Our rooms are designed to "
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