The game of existence

If we were all one thing, the same thing, no matter what that thing was, the world would be a very poor place. In fact, if that day should ever come, the world will eventually not be at all.

There is a balance in nature that humanity has never been able to achieve. Perhaps because only some power people call God and others call a higher power, and still others have no name for, could possibly conceive and execute such a divine plan.

A world where whatever one species creates, or emanates, or exists as, is used by some other part of the world to exist. The cycle of being has balanced itself out for millions of years.

Now there are those among us so ignorant, so egotistical, so clueless, that they believe we have the power to do anything, but what is this anything? We know how to kill bacteria, remove diseased organs, split atoms, melt some things and burn others. We've got force down, there is no denying that.

But we cannot create yet. Cloning requires another human to supply the material. A tree can grow from a seed, but we don't know how to create that seed ourselves. We can make things in factories, but we don't know how to make the ore that makes the metal, or the base chemicals that create the plastics. We have become experts at using what is already here, but creation at ground zero is far from our powers.

Our impotence causes some people to think they are better than others, more valuable, more important, but exquisite existence requires a recipe so complex and patience so infinite that humanity probably cannot even envision it.

Every single life on this planet has some value. In fact, every single thing on this planet, this universe, this existence does something and until we know what all these things are, we better stop destroying and killing and shunning. This is a game where we are out matched.