We are killing the world. Killing it. The human, the supposed brightest and most intelligent species on Earth is killing the only planet we have. The only one which can sustain us. Forget about Mars or the myriad of planets scientists are telling us might be alternate worlds for us. There is not enough time to find them and, if you ask me, it wouldn’t do any good anyway. We would kill them too. It is our way— our lot in life. As much as we want to be compassionate and good, we can’t. We cannot shake the urge to kill, usually in the name of progress.