Human nature

My chemistry teacher used to tell me there is no piece of nature where it can rain when the sky is clear. In time I discovered that like any other people in my life he lied: there is a place in which this phenomenon may occur. It’s called human nature.



I always believed that God gives each of us a heavy stone. We then have to choose If we are Gaudi And we build from it una Sagrada Familia Or Rodin and carve it with memories Of our beautiful faces. why is it that almost all of us Use it To throw it At others?