I know this isn't a book review or writing tips, but I wanted to draw attention to this question. My English teacher at school asks us this question on numerous occasions, especially after we finish a work of literature. It really has made me question how much humanity is actually in all of us. We have the denotation of what it means to be Human. We have two legs, a heart, white Blood Cells and red blood cells, feelings, diversity, Homo sapiens, or whatever you literally use to define our species. Then we think of the connotation, how many humane qualities do we actually have? Yes some of us have sympathy, we're caring, loving, happy, smart, etc. Then you truly have to think about the inhumane parts of greed, the crimes, the selfishness, and so much more that I feel as if it almost outweighs anything we could list as a human quality. I sit here right now questioning whether humans are truly human.