Strange beast that denatures to your own existence on earth. The same earth that’s been given to you with kindness and generosity. You, who is supposed to be the most rational being among all, where did this reason of yours go? Victim of time or victim of the system, forced to find comfort in futile and artificial artifacts, compelled to build yourself a nest of glass and scrap metal. When you chop down the trees designed to protect you to turn them into fences, when you fill the water you drink with ink and blood or when you play God, thinking you invented light at the same time you created the electric light bulb, what are you looking for? What is it that makes you act this way? Why can’t you follow the example of the ones around you? Those who rise and rest with the day, the ones that feed themselves according to the seasons, those who find a home among the trees.  Now, use your reason if you can, is it worth finding comfort anywhere else but in this home of yours?