One of the funniest things about humans is that they think that because they’re standing on something or that they got there “first” (i.e., they were first to make the preposterous claim in their language), they “own” it. Some chunk of rocky minerals, millions of years old topped by some decaying organic matter and because you have a piece of paper with your name on it (probably because you traded baskets of other generic paper for that paper with your name), you have exclusive rights to that chunk of planet? I don’t think so. Human monkeys like to play games and pretend that they’re really in control of nature and that they can bend the earth to their individual wills, but every once in a while a hurricane, tornado or earthquake comes and shows them who’s really boss.
once was goth, but now am found
