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Man’s vanity is killer, truly. Walks into nature like a convenience store, grabs a bunch of animals and trees, a few liters of ocean, until the shelves are empty. Nature fills them up over night, but not always and everywhere. Man doesn’t care.
Once, Man was just another link in the food chain – eat until eaten – but he found the key to take it off, opposable thumbs, and with his dim wits made a lasso out of that chain to enslave every creature that is yummy or helpful or beautiful. He makes a mess everywhere he goes and stands, and he cannot be bothered to clean up after himself.