I find myself in great conflict as I look upon the actions of the organisms that survive and (in their opinion) thrive on this mass of valid and viscous space that the inhabitants that claim consciousness have come to call Earth.  Through my exploration , it seems as though the majority of living  beings in this world live in some semblance of harmonious accord with the cyclical patterns of life and death demanded by their natural environment. Among the majority of living beings in this biosphere there exists respect and balance among genus and species be they  of similar or disparate origin, this is the rule rather than the exception unless the subject at hand falls to the conversation of the creatures that call themselves human, those that have with callow contemplation arrived at the naive notions of race and a monotheism. It is a series of strange and bothersome themes of things  that I find among these beings that walk upright and  but continue to gaze towards celestial bodies and dub them heavens.

In my recent observations of a group of humans holding discourse about a body of land whose discovery and cultivation has been called to question