Here’s the thing – the universe doesn’t care about us. We are just such a small part in something with such gigantic extent we will never be able to understand anyways.
How utterly brazen is the thought that the earth, a tiny planet in a huge solar system which is just another insignificantly small part in something bigger, is the only planet where living is possible? Why do we allow ourselves to think that human beings are the most intelligent, best developed living beings of all time?
We have been wandering this planet for just a few thousand years and yet we have destroyed probably more than all the other inhabitants combined.
Why do we think that it is our destiny, our right to rule this world?
[I wrote this text a while back but didn’t feel like publishing it because I felt like I needed to add something. After re-reading it now I reckon that it captures my emotions towards that topic quite well.]