They buried themselves in pointless activities, effortless banalities, separation of one from the other, the pursuit of knowledge under the presumption of benefits while knowing the truth to be only the furthering of greed, hate, and monstrous creations. They ignored the warnings of their own discoveries, the ignored the natural desire for balance that all creatures possess.

This was a species above all others, a species that was deserving of death. But time is patient, just as patient as these bones were not, and the benefit was had. One species is never more important than the countless species of this once enslaved world, nor of this now boundless world itself.

While you will not be remembered, you will not have a book written about you, you will not influence countless generations...it is unlikely any statue will bear your name...you can make those around you at this moment better. You can make the world you see about you better, you can stop spooning lie after lie into your mouth with the illusion of truth. You can stop relying on everyone around you to be responsible, you can stop hiding, you can do it yourself. And you can have the power to see that the world will live long after you, and that you are insignificant in comparison to its history...you are the parasite, and you are taking more than what you need or deserve.

Or you can go back to the original, vain, ignorant presumption of why should any human care for that future if humans will not be there. You can sit down and worship the idol some more. You can buy those clothes it tells you that you need. Drink what it tells you to drink. Care for what it tells you to care about. Find attractive the people it tells you are attractive. You can be forgotten amidst the billions of other mindless drones who all believe they are individuals. Do as it says. Let it tell you bedtime stories...let it make you feel afraid only so that it can make you feel safe only so that it can become more and more your true god. You can live on your knees. You can conform.