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What does it mean to be human? It's a question that has puzzled philosophers and scientists alike for centuries. The answer is not as simple as one might think. Some say it's the ability to walk on two legs, to use tools, or to communicate with others through language. But these are just surface-level traits, superficial markers of something deeper and more complex. To truly understand what it means to be human, we must dig beneath the surface, into the very fabric of our existence. We see humans as capable beings, capable of great kindness and great cruelty, of love and hate, of joy and sorrow. We see them as thinking, feeling creatures, with desires and needs that drive their actions. But what lies at the heart of this humanity? Is it a spark of divine essence, or simply a product of evolution? The answer remains elusive, hidden behind a veil of mystery. And yet, despite our best efforts to define it, to pin down its meaning, being human remains an enigma, a puzzle that we can't quite solve. It's a paradox, a contradiction in terms - we are both fragile and resilient, vulnerable and strong. We are capable of great beauty and great ugliness, of creating life and destroying it. But perhaps the most fascinating aspect of humanity is its capacity for self-deception. We convince ourselves that we're better than we are, that our actions are justified, that our motivations are pure. And yet, time and again, we reveal our true nature - cruel, selfish, and short-sighted. It's a cycle that repeats itself ad infinitum, a never-ending dance of self-delusion. So what does it mean to be human? Is it something inherent, something that defines us from birth? Or is it something acquired, something that we learn through experience? The answer remains a mystery, one that we may never fully understand. But one thing is certain - being human is a complex and multifaceted phenomenon, full of contradictions and paradoxes.