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AsukaHotaru's avatar

“You assume he does.”

That’s the quiet mic-drop right there.

I love how you just keep asking, gently but relentlessly, until belief has nowhere to hide.

Pills, bananas, temples..? suddenly everyone’s checking what they’ve been swallowing unquestioned.

Soft tone, sharp edge, and that last turn toward harm lands with zero theatrics.

Peace, yes... but not the sleepy kind.

Adrião Pereira da Cunha's avatar

The piece feels like someone gently taking us by the hand, using simple stories to reveal how easily we place faith in symbols without noticing.

The empty capsule becomes a quiet wound a reminder of how trust can be misplaced when we don’t look closely.

The wooden banana story shows how hunger, fear, and hope can make us cling to anything that promises comfort, even if it cannot nourish us.

Both stories expose something deeply human: our longing to believe in something that will soothe us when life feels uncertain.

The shift toward temples and worship feels like a soft, honest invitation to question where our faith truly lives.

There’s tenderness in the reminder that sacred spaces were meant to point inward, not replace the divinity we carry.

The text doesn’t reject belief it asks whether belief without awareness can heal or only imitate healing.

It confronts, with painful clarity, the harm done when people fight, divide, or wound others in the name of what they cannot prove.

The questions about God and violence feel like a plea for compassion, for a spirituality that refuses cruelty in all its forms.

In the end, the piece becomes a quiet call to return to ourselves to choose peace, clarity, and humanity over habit and fear.

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