We bring new life into the mysterious and infinite realm of existence and mold it to our ways. Some are born in a cesspool, others onto a throne. Both are subject to the momentum of the past and present. The less fortunate are thrashed around by the currents while the fortunate sail on by with the wind. But there truly isn’t a fortunate birth. Fortunate or unfortunate, both are subjects to the desert we have created. Only a rare few have the ability and will to seek and find the Oasis.
Live by the cold, efficient, pure laws of nature and accept the consequences, or evolve into a cooperative, humane, and intelligent species that takes control of its own destiny. The middle ground simply isn’t sustainable under our current constructs.
Extinction feeds off compromise.