We wander through this life wondering if there is any point to it all. Some find solace in religion, some find it in the material, and some just don’t think about it. Yet, it is something that humanity has spent its entire existence wondering about, so it must be important. I wonder about the Universe/Multiverse and think about our place and how it fits in the grand scheme of things. How do ants affect us? How do bees affect us? The problem is most people don’t even care to wonder.

We are consumed by these things that we create. It drives us to do so much, these little things we make with our hands and our minds. We are so distracted by them that we forget the greater system we are a part of. If we are so different than the animals that inhabit the planet in our ability to reason, then aren’t we morally bound to make sure our impact on this system is no more than it should be? Shouldn’t we be its caretakers? We are simply its exploiters. We pillage the land, we exploit the flora and fauna, and we rape and kill each other. We must be meant for more than this, if for no other reason than it feels better to maintain our planet than to mar its beauty with our psychological and emotional offal. We can do better than this. We must.