Why there's a Pomegranate in My Face
This’ll be my last entry here. Due to recent, obvious circumstances, I won’t be filling this out again, It won’t be of much use anyway. Just a buildup of mediocre observations, all leading up to what the title says. Speaking of the title, you’ve probably read and thought, “He doesn’t mean that literally, right? I do. I literally have a pomegranate rooted in my face. No, I don’t know why it got there, it just appeared after waking up from a long day. Whether science or magic, it doesn’t matter now. Removing it by cutting it out, just makes another one grow in its place. Doesn’t hurt, and I can't feel it either. So, now that I’ve clarified all that, let’s go over the question I can answer: How did we get here? Let’s tell that story.
