The beauty of limitation

As she stood up in the African Savannah for the first time, she felt her limitations. From the perch of the tree, she could see further but now she has a different perspective. A perspective that limits her from seeing further but then she could walk, run and be eaten by the big cats. Limitation is beautiful but it has a cost.

Being limited allows one to explore within specified boundaries. The idea of being limited allowed her to erect walls around her and be safe, but was she? For some, limitation set geographical boundaries and for others, limits on thoughts. The human has been encumbered with a heavy organ, the brain, that appeared to do nothing. But, at times it tickled the fancy of its owner, resulting in music, art and literature, concepts of no value for most of humanity. She tried to get over her limitations, but it didn’t last.

Being limited is beautiful as it reins in an organ that runs wild. One could argue that without limitations, humans will run themselves off the cliff. The annoyance of being limited is a small cost to pay in the context of the counterfactual. In a regime of the all-knowing, limitation, however, was not acceptable.

Human, a beautiful animal, with a handicapped brain that hides her limitations, is not significantly different from a mouse in a cage.