Sentinels Rebuild

I hate this post. Hate. Hate. There is no more emotion more strongly expressed on Earth than my hate for this post. When the first particles of stardust exploded away from the epicenter of the Big Bang near the beginning of the universe, they could not have imagined the path they would take. Rocks formed to make Earth. Water rained down, made of Hydrogen and Oxygen, flooding our planet. The tiniest speck of life soon formed. Then came sea bugs, fish, land animals, dinosaurs, woolly mammoths, cavemen, humans. By all means observable, there is no reason we should be alive. There is no reason why humans, imperfect humans, humans that need water to drink and food to live and can't even look at the beauty of the sun, the beauty of it's creator, the production of all energy on Earth, the humans who sometimes get too sad to function at the system that they created should be strong enough to survive in a Universe that doesn't love it. By all means, humans are fragile; one piece of metal is able to kill a human. And yet, they have dominated every other species. Humans have produced masterpieces. Humans have learned the meanings of love and skill and talent and the production of a language that is able to express meaning so deeply, that even the production and fantasia of one's own thoughts placed upon a screen can evoke the strongest emotions imaginable. Humans have towered over nature, in a sense; growing buildings taller than the highest Redwood. Humans have invented music, an expression of love understandable to all beings of the universe. Humans have harnessed the wild impossibilities of fire that they themselves can't calculate. And yet, one human. One human made this post. This post is so crass, so asinine, so perfectly horrid in design. One must consider it impressive.