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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/BlackGoku8554 on 2024-09-28 04:21:57+00:00.

In a forgotten corner of the universe, on a planet called Zyrth, an alien named Zalon watched humanity from his ship. He was a multi-eyed being with iridescent skin, able to see beyond what humans could imagine. As he floated in the silence of space, he decided to narrate his fascinating discovery about the human species.

“From my space vantage point, I have observed humans for centuries,” Zalon began. “They are complex creatures, torn between two forces that define their existence: the wild factor and the conscious factor. Both are essential to their survival and development.”

Zalon recalled the nights he witnessed a group of humans hunt, their primitive instincts coming to the surface as they ran through the jungle, moving with surprising agility. “The wild factor,” he explained, “is that primal spark that drives them to fight, to survive, to adapt. It is the essence of their being, an echo of their ancestors who inhabited a world full of danger. Without this wildness, they would not have evolved, they would not have created societies, nor would they have conquered their environment.”

However, Zalon also noticed something equally impressive: the ability of humans to reason and reflect on their existence. “The conscious factor,” he continued, “allows them to question their place in the universe, to seek truth, to create art, and to build civilizations. It is this awareness that has led them to explore beyond their planet and to dream of the impossible.”

Watching a group of children at play, Zalon realized that humans still maintained a delicate balance between these two factors. “Sometimes,” he mused, “the wild can overflow, leading to destruction and chaos. Other times, consciousness can be overshadowed by fear and ignorance. But at their core, both aspects are necessary.”

Zalon reflected on his own species, which had achieved almost absolute peace, but at the cost of its survival instinct. “Perhaps,” he thought, “humanity is on the right path. In its constant struggle between the wild and the conscious, it finds a way to advance, to grow and to adapt. It is, indeed, a species worthy of admiration.”

At the end of his tale, Zalon smiled, convinced that humanity, in its imperfection, possessed a unique beauty. “So I will continue to watch from here,” he concluded. “For in this dance between the wild and the conscious, humanity has found its reason for being and its path to the future.”