At some point in the foreseeable future, we will be consumed by our own excess in the form of our own waste. When will the debris so outweigh the useful, pointful fractions of creation left that the flotsam is the focus? Well, honestly… It seems we may be well beyond that point. We aren’t the winged, pecking creatures skipping across the deteriorating, soon to collapse heap below. We aren’t above the vile, undulating creatures beneath surface, consuming the mess we’ve made. No, we are neither. We haven’t their capacity or instinct. The ones we don’t destroy will outlive us by an amount of time we cannot begin to imagine because they haven’t our capacity or apathy for destruction.