Events of reality roll out like perfectly lain domino patterns prepared to topple in a precise and preconceived fashion. Not a single movement is happenstance. Time unravels, as space continues on. It becomes clear that the gravity any small mammalian race could command is weak at best when in the shadow to the planet's immense gravitational might. Humanity, unique in it's own self analyzed classification system, superior in brain functionality and creative ingenuity. Harbingers of progress, bourn to move their society forward. Economic growth, wealth, and power. For them the ecosystem is a currency, with an ever increasing exchange rate, and the time to cash out is always now. The shark's blood is in the water, and the hungry capitalists are circling. Eyes of burning industry and teeth of metal, they feed like machines on oil and gasoline, fueled by the ancient blood of the earth, sunlight harvested millions of years ago. Villagers gather with torches and pitch forks, as there is another witch to hunt. King's gather their country men, knights take up sword, as there is another crusade to die for. Presidents point their nuclear weapons, as there is always another war to wage. Fight for freedom, but you can never really be free from what you are. The planet Earth like a comet spinning through space, a vessel of life and beauty on a course no human could hope to alter. Everything has gravity, and gravity pulls everything. Things are done for a reason, and that reason is why things are done. Life is cycle. Though redundant and perhaps without particular grandeur and special purpose, it is yours to enjoy in the confines of your own mind. Like a TV show but better because you have control, but in the end will be cancelled and eventually forgotten. Whether it makes you happy or sad has no baring on what is. Events of reality will happen as they will, and there is no escape, so just sit back and enjoy the music while you have the chance.