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We do not ask for this life. It is given to us through procreation between a man and a woman. It can be produced by physical intercourse between a man and a woman or by any of the four methods of artificial insemination. Any other methods are beyond the pay grade of my understanding.

We come into this world crying and, more often than not, leave it regretting.

Life provides us with three parental paths: nurture, neglect, or brutality. Our lives are generally shaped by which of those paths life imposes on us. We have no choice over the initial path that ultimately leads to the next path in our individual journeys toward free will—choices in deciding what we want to do or become in life.

Roughly two-thirds of our lives are spent under the false pretense (illusion, if you will) that death will never come or it is too far in the future to demand much attention. The last third of our lives are spent preparing for the end of life: wills, preparing financial security, making funeral arrangements, and paying closer attention to things that once seemed so unimportant.

I sit on my porch, glass of ice tea in my hand, with Fred, my faithful dog lying beside my chair on point for any potential danger. I wonder what he is thinking or even if he is capable of thought. Is everything in his world controlled by instincts? Does he have a yesterday or can he conceive tomorrow?

There are more than 8 billion human lives on this planet. Fred’s dog life is better than the lives of three billion of these human lives. I treat Fred better than Vladimir Putin treats his human prisoners.

I saw a video the other day of a pack of hyenas attacking a single lion. The pack eventually killed the lion, of this I’m fairly certain, just as I know that the lion was more than likely once in a pack of lions that killed a lone hyena.

It struck me like a lightning bolt in the center of the brain that the pack attack is the essence of all life, human or animal: survival against all odds. There are patches of sunshine and green grass along life’s path but most of the path is desert dry, littered with the bones of lives senselessly and meaninglessly lost.

The violence shredding Haiti once again and the innocent children dying in Gaza because of some fucked up religious belief defines human life. There has not been a single moment since man left the tree and started walking straight up that they have not been killing each other in packs, all the while trying to devise more ways to take more human lives.

Someone said to me the other day in a Facebook comment that God’s tears are endless for the suffering.

I ask, why did God create suffering to begin with?

Man is now trying to build a space station on the moon so he can send man to Mars and beyond. His mission is to fuck up life on Mars and across this universe, and throughout all universes beyond just as he has fucked up this life here on Mother Earth.

That’s the message that Haiti, Gaza, and the recent hate crimes the girls’ basketball team faced in Idaho gives to us. And that is the message human life will take to Mars and beyond.