With what beauty that rests in this world -- is it enough to drown much of my sorrow, or indeed that of all humanity?

This darkness, unsettling before me, and indeed before that of all humanity -- lies in the care of those who nourish its futility.

Unbeknownst to the consequences which our desires so much as relishes on -- little do we know -- or how little do we care about the extent that is to follow in our wake.

Leaving nothing but the wake of suffering evident to the nature of humanity -- stagnant, and in place, it is wounding much of our future, our descendants’ future.

Alas, that is the path which humanity has blindly taken to over the span of the continents and time long before none.