Superiority Complex

Superiority Complex

Often it happens when the currents of time thrash men about, threatening to drown their flailing limbs and choke them with their own words. It holds us stronger than any love or fury, stronger than the grip of Nature and its doctrines, and there is no escaping it; escaping it, however, is precisely the thing we want most. The seas of human history foam and churn with that relentless, that ceaselessly impossible struggle of ours to squirm beyond our place in space, to dry ourselves of the waters of change.
And who are we, those plankton presented with a whale of an idea, to claim anything in that? We're so stupid we actually kill each other, and we only show signs of doing it more and more.
It's easy to become overwhelmed in the vast swiftness of existence. So frequently does the tide crash us against new shores, and so short are our perceptions and attention-spans, that we mistakenly feel obligated time-and-time again to scream at the top of our lungs that this is MY SPOT, and we confuse the lines in the shifting sands for revolution.
How did we come to be so (Oblivious?/Fearless?/Both?) in the face of those towering and crashing tsunamis, which are not uncommon, that always thrash us about once more, scattering our ideals and beliefs, our dominions, like grains in the wind?