For Earth Day 2016, The Saucerologist Gets Environmental

The Alien Grays Get Environmental

And We All Evolve Just a Little Bit to the Left

SPI ATLANTA -- April 22 is seeking an Earth Day foot-hold in the American consciousness, right up there, all fat and happy with O. J. Simpson, pudding pops, and a fruitless cocktail of savage breakfast cereals from the dreaded granola mines of East Muesli, Indiana.  Once again, it creeps upon us, one week following the contented sorrow of tax deadlines and the failed compromise of politicians trying to justify the existence of poor and abused voting blocs populated, for the most part, by a bunch of sullen-eyed crap-dozer drivers who just want to get home before the sun drips under the eaves southward from the old lady's warped wooden porch.

Earth Day plants in the rocky soil of our souls all the sad regrets of a future full of men who neglected to recycle amid the remorseless stupidity of those who still insist that global warming is merely the cyclic whitewash of our planet's still youthful vigor.  It's necessary every fifty-thousand years or so to cleanse the world of its weather-driven, useless species like the polar bears and penguins of today and the woolly mammoths and giant sloths of yesterday, but otherwise we can safely ignore those God-ridden cycles, drawing comfort from the glaring acts of our consciously insistent, Christian population whose mission it is to prepare the vast, desert wastelands of desperate nations to ensure that there's plenty of empty acreage in which to cram all of those white, carefree, middle-aged men and women who intend to wait out the apocalypse in air-conditioned holes with refrigerated Dasani and seafood miracle-gro tubes packed with paste while the rest of the world tears itself apart, basking under Sharia legal voodoo and a sky full of ugly little star children looking down on us and blinking every few minutes, stunned and glassy-eyed reptiles with nothing better to do with all of that time to play with, while back on Planet Earth, the wrinkled and desolate moralists are trying to create the new mathematics, because the old one doesn't help much when the angry Republic can't figure out what the Hell we're supposed to do with all the refugees from the southern hemisphere banging their little tin drums and trying real hard to forget that they own nothing and have nothing to go back to. 

Oh, yeah -- believe it!  And when there's only 999,000 sterile white people left on this rocky, freaked-out, sullen planet, it's time to pop out of the holes in the desert and greet the world with a smile!  It's another Manson Family vacation -- another Saint Valentine's Day Ragtime Massacre, and we're all gonna live forever.  Hallelujah! Somebody please shoot my ass full of penicillin and poppies and we'll all go home together, looking at the sky and praying for the kind of rain that forgot how to wash away the topsoil and the killing fields of torture town.

Calayo Alzochelix, a very well respected member of the Alien Gray community in Atlanta, Georgia, recently discussed the relationship between humans and our environment with one of the stringers The Saucerologist employs in Atlanta.  He told us that Alien Grays often find it hard to understand the human enthusiasm for celebrating the conservation of our planet's resources and our wide-ranging and fervent desire to preserve those resources in their pristine, environment-driven state, even those that may seems less desirable than others. Sure, there are the rain-forests to look after, but there's also Death Valley, the Black Hills, Three-mile Island, and places like the Savannah nuclear site bird sanctuary and most of the coal counties in the east, including those areas that we have already ripped away from the surface of our planet and shredded.  He found it confusing that all such regions seem to have equal value in the eyes of both environmentalists and the green reformers.  It's this oddly remote yet somewhat balanced clemency that the Alien Grays find difficult to reconcile in light of humanity's perpetual efforts to overcome the environments we encounter, and then redesign them to fit our selfish conceptions of what an environment should actually consist of.

You can hardly blame them.  The thing about the Alien Grays that makes them question every slight manipulation of whatever environment happens to be the topic of discussion is the cultural importance they ascribe to the evolutionary impulse throughout the galaxy -- throughout every galaxy. Evolution, among some of the younger Grays, has taken on an almost spiritual nature, similar in effect to that of the Holy Spirit as described in the writings of early Christians, particularly the Gnostics.  It's this compelling and fervent application of what can only be defined as the "will behind evolution" that many older Grays find disturbing and more than a little troublesome.  Their reasoning, in this regard, has become a fascinating topic of discussion during the early morning board meetings at The Saucerologist -- so interesting, in fact, that we've decided to bring the public into the arena with us. 

For the most part, many of the more disturbing aspects of the conversation you are being asked to attend have come to us directly from Calayo Alzochelix, of Atlanta's Alien Gray community.  His take on the discussion seems to reflect an almost religious connotation or nuance to the issue as defined by the Grays.  On the other hand, Calayo was very adamant that the Grays are not religious in any way whatsoever, and have never catered to a belief in a Deity in any form, although they do recognize that temporal power in the hands of a single being might give one an impression of Deity if such power is vested in a single identity and is sufficiently strong enough as to give an impression of "magical ascent".  It seemed to many of us who were present that he was at least a little bit insulted by the intimation of any sort of religious impulse originating with his species. Given the anti-religious abominations associated with the teaching of evolution amongst purely human groups, The Saucerologist intends to step back, blameless as always, from any fervor we may be instigating.  We're just having a discussion, folks, and any insult that you or the members of any other species might be focusing in on is purely the fault of the Alien Grays, because they're the ones who took the time to explain it all to us over the course of the past few days during typically early morning religious ceremonies and blessings involving coffee and donuts and at least one bowl of leftover crawfish etouffee.

Some of the Grays that we contacted when our concern for getting the facts right forced us to act with some sense of responsibility were absolutely insistent that they not be recognized in print, and we were more than willing to grant that request just as we do when our human sources request similar treatment.  From our experience, this is a notably unusual reaction from the Grays, who in general tend to leave one with the impression that they have no concern for such defining human attributes as shame or embarrassment, and therefore are not normally so insistent that individual identities be protected from association with the topic of discussion.  However, we have no intention of refusing such a request, and for that reason, the following conversation can only be interpreted within the form of a narrative, and not an interview, as we normally prefer. So, we respectfully request your forbearance as we resume our Earth Day discussion that has now drifted into the decidedly non-religious field of ever-evolving ectomorphs chatting about biology and change while snacking on Skittles.

Evolution, according to the Grays, is extremely aggressive in character, a violent tactic intended to recreate and mold life arising, thereby forcing the environment to mutate in turn. According to the Grays, the environment doesn't force biology to evolve and change by reaction -- it's the rising tide of life that mutates the world, the environment. Its purpose is to create an arena with a purely contextual system of restraint that deprives whatever dominant species may evolve of its ability to choose.  Its intent is to destroy free will by limiting as much as possible the choices that can be made by any species regardless of intelligence or its alleged mastery over its own environment.

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This isn't just some weird biosphere grandstanding we're talking about either. According to the Grays, there is a system in place that has a very specific outcome in mind, an apparently unlikely condition that absolutely must occur for the universe to even exist.  That condition, as we understand it, can only be brought to fruition through time and space in one very specific way: the countless googols of lifeforms throughout the universe have to make choices and act upon those choices in a very specific manner.  Keep in mind that all these lifeforms have their own minds, and their own likes and dislikes, their own motivations to behave or to react to the behavior of others, and most of the time, they don't even know about the existence of all these other species that are out there populating and trying to spread their will and their seed throughout literally millions of galaxies.  The only effective way to force all these lifeforms to act in such a specific manner is to remove both their will and their ability to make other choices. And that's where evolution comes in.

These trillions of trillions of lifeforms are, for the most part, unaware of each other, and couldn't possibly communicate with each other even if there was such an awareness, so any attempt to convince them to act in the manner you want is out of the question.  And that means you have to develop a system that forces life to follow these necessary and specific instructions by instinct.  If you can do that, then you can mold, configure, and shape the entire universe in whatever way you want.  According to the Grays, that's all evolution really does.  It keeps all the life in the universe in line by ultimately forcing life to act selfishly on one side of the coin, and taking away life's will to act on the other side of the con. Evolution's primary goal is to destroy free will in order to advance perfection.

And folks say evolution theory isn't fun.  Go figure.

Some of the older Grays insist that evolutionary will and ultimate purpose can be proven mathematically, but when they start talking about it and describing the process, it becomes obvious before too long that those who could actually follow the logic (or lack thereof) were forced to define a whole new system of mathematics just to express the idea of such an evolutionary construct.  Fairly early in this discussion it was made apparent that none of the humans who were physically present could make much sense out of it.  Part of it rests on the assumption that our basic understanding of physics is completely wrong -- kind of -- at least part of the time.  For instance, the speed of light isn't constant.  According to the Grays, the speed of light becomes extremely malleable under extreme conditions. And that leads us to one simple fact inherent to alien science that is difficult for most humans to accept on faith alone:  everything changes when your environmental conditions are pushed far enough to the extremes.

This is the way Calayo tried to explain it, and I say "tried" because he's fairly young when it comes to the Grays, and admitted outright that he lacked the ability to understand a lot of the mathematics without the focus of will that can only be attended through biological time and age, or so he says.  Is it possible to learn something when you know next to nothing about your teacher such as where his knowledge comes from?  And what happens when your teacher tells you in plain and simple language that he doesn't possess any real understanding of the topic?  The only clear truth we can use to judge either the value or the veracity of the lesson is that we know very little about the Alien Grays in the grand scheme of things.  We don't even know how old they can get, let alone how to tell a youngster from the venerable.  Both young and old Grays get wrinkles, and they don't have a whole lot of hair to use baldness or the extent of white streaks amongst the gray as a guideline.  How do they age?  Does their appearance change?  Do they mutate with age?  Do they develop vestigial limbs?  How do we judge the truthfulness behind the claims or the wisdom they're setting out for us?  Some of us suspect that even if we knew the answers to those questions, it might not matter.  What happens if the Grays are just as ignorant as we are? One of The Saucerologist stringers that we retain in Atlanta insists that he heard first-hand from one of the Grays -- name respectfully anonymous -- that "few of us can even remember what we looked like before we left home for the rest of the galaxy. As for those who insist they can remember exactly what we looked like, and exactly what we enjoyed doing and exactly what home was really like, well  -- I think they're making it all up as they go along."

They don't exactly inspire confidence, do they?  Unfortunately, what we don't know about the Grays represents a giant hole in our knowledge base, so naturally our response is to take the easy road out of the spider pit that hole represents and leave all of the understanding and the prospecting and such to our audience.  Give us a yell if there's something you don't understand -- or just call one of the Grays; that's how we do it when there are too many weird questions like that to make it into and then out of the next paragraph.

So pay attention.  What follows is what we've been told, more or less, and we don't really understand it as much as we'd like to.  So, The Saucerologist invites you, our audience, to figure it all out for yourself.  You can dance with it all as a mere hypothetical, if you like, or you can make it a game or you can just ignore it completely.  Whatever your response, it's not going to change the fact that April 22 is Earth Day, and you should probably  be praying to whatever divine reflection of universal will you're willing to recognize that we'll be celebrating it all fat and happy a thousand years from now, because planets are nowhere near as permanent as we'd like them to be, and a lot of what been told is downright frightening.

Calayo says that in theory there are no limits.  But outer space is not "in theory", so if you want to produce abnormal readings, or you want to examine something that isn't supposed to happen in accordance with our view of modern physics, then you need to do it in an abnormal environment.  This sort of environmental phenomena is impossible to examine elsewhere.  Okay, that's the simple part; the hard part is less endearing, because it's contrary to everything we've ever been taught.  We tend to look at the speed of light as a constant, because we can't imagine an environment in which the speed of light changes. But if you shove a black hole into the center of a dozen stars and you do it at speeds approaching that supposedly constant speed of light, you'll be creating an extreme environment, and if you've got the wherewithal to examine what's going on at the same level complex elements are at when they start changing into something more or less invigorating, then you can change the universe.  The only headache, of course, is trying to do it all at the same time. We should probably mention that the above isn't necessarily a recipe for changing the speed of light; none of the Grays were prepared to go that far, but they did want to ensure that we understood what was meant when they started talking about an "extreme" environment.  It's what happens just a nanosecond after you do something that's impossible just before you freeze-frame the universe in some unnatural pursuit of God.  Got it?  Wonderful...

The speed of anything always hinges on its environment; we just don't examine the universe so closely that we'll see this type of change occur -- at least not often.  Take the speed of sound, for instance.  Our test pilots throughout the 1950s and 1960s were looking at the speed of sound as a constant speed, a barrier to break through that would eventually explode us all into the Big Time.  But if we were trying to break that barrier underwater, we'd have to be going a whole heck-of-a-lot faster, because the speed of sound underwater is a lot higher.  Due to the pressure and the temperature gradients and the density of water, the deeper you go, the higher the speed of sound gets.  And you'd have to be going even faster than that if you could find a way to travel through a good-sized planet at the speed of sound, because the more dense the environment is, the higher the speed of sound is going to be. Try and imagine how destructive the sonic boom that occurs would be when you break the sound barrier underwater.  Now think about how much of the planet you might just tear apart if you broke the sound barrier in the molten center of our own happy little blue planet.  When Earth Day rolls past us on April 23, you should give a little thanks to the cosmos that we still have a home, because if you give anything enough thought, you'll soon discover how easy it would be for a single thought to take everything down forever.  Everything changes -- even alleged constants like the speed of light.  By far, the easiest way to make everything change immediately is to change your environment.  But if you change your environment without knowing exactly what's going to follow, then you're playing with a new kind of damage control that's liable to rip a good-sized planet into a billion shards of irresponsible crap.

And just to keep it interesting when you start dancing with another sad incarnation of Kali, you should keep this little reminder in the back of your head with the timing and the music and the heavy history and all:  Earth is NOT a good-sized planet.  Our planet is tiny, and it's the only one we've got.  You should keep that thought within easy reach when you start lobbying for environmental change.  And never, ever forget:  when the environment undergoes extreme change ... Hell, son, everything else goes extreme as well.

By now, you're probably wondering what all of this has to do with evolution. Good question. In the litany of the Grays, evolution is aggressive and it's driven by will.  That means it has a purpose, and without us stepping into scattered explanations amongst all of the little details and mismatched furniture that make it look all pretty without necessarily making it easier to understand, we want to affirm that evolution's alleged purpose is to limit the damage throughout the universe that occurs as a result of free will in order to advance the crucial cause of perfection.  Got it?

Any given environment on every planet in every galaxy in the universe isn't much more than planetary happenstance encountering and battling each other for dominance. There is no such thing as survival of the fittest in regard to any single species.  It's a myth -- or, rather, it's a simplified thought-tool or mind-construct that allows us to look at environmental conditions from an entire species' point of view.  At the species level, however, there's not a whole lot going on to hold your attention.  It's just animals rising and falling, rising and falling.  They evolve, they compete, they go extinct.  It's common and it's necessary. What's actually going on is far more interesting, however, when it's examined from a planetary perspective, which is how the Grays tend to look at everything.  What they're looking at is far more interesting if you really want to understand what's going on in the world -- on every world.

You see, the planet is growing and developing and learning, because it only gets one shot at the Big Time, one opportunity to foster a child, and give it a chance to shine amongst all the other worlds. It's a single environment, a new element that rises from the planetary zeitgeist, one that determines its own extent and its own flexibility by establishing a penultimate state of cultural superiority as reflected within the instantaneous eruption of intelligence and communication that always occurs when it's getting ready to jump planet to spread its life around a little. That burst of intelligence and communication only occurs when a single species has been successfully created by environmental competition, and unconsciously molded into the very definition of its environment. Science and the benefits of science do not advance on a planet that has yet to determine its own superiority as an expression of its environment.  Only when the fruits of global competition between environments has been achieved, will science find its voice, because science requires the rigors of leisure for that voice to develop. That leisure does not occur if there are still competing interests between species for future survival. It can't. But once the field of competition has been cleared, the birth of science provides a backdrop to the finalization of competing interests.  One species can now provide for its environment, and the fastest and most dramatic way for this to occur is through the sad little miracles of scientific accomplishment.  And that not only produces the long-awaited recognition of intelligence as an important factor of future survival, it allows for the far more important factor of communication to enable its near-immediate dissemination to the entire planet.

Calayo was very clear in regard to the whole evolution process. He insisted from the very beginning that evolution works for the environment, not the species, and his support of the proposition forced us to recognize some basic concepts that gave our recognition of Earth Day 2016 a somewhat disturbing nuance of silent yet overbearing implications. The primary bit of banter, of course, was the obvious one:  our success as a species is entirely dependent on our environment, and the extent to which we can ensure that our prime environment can forcibly replace another. That's the goal as we understood it. Species, including humanity, are being pitted against each to enable the survival of the fittest homeland. The competition between environments is a pretty clear implication that diversity of species on a planet could very well result in the eventual mismanagement of natural resources.  The more species, the longer the competition goes on, and the more resources are squandered in what are essentially meaningless applications of force and the accompanying will to dominate.  Eventually, when your environment suffers a slow death, all supported species will no longer have a purpose.  We'll have destroyed the only means to a purpose that exists.  We imagine it would focus the mind pretty impressively when you finally realize that you've trashed evolution's only purpose.

Calayo says "relax; we're talking about a few million years, and you humans have yet to prove yourselves worthy of the environment you're slowly throwing away.  Evolution decides nothing -- it works without direction, because it leaves dominant species without decent choices. You can't make bad choices, because if you look at things that way, there aren't any good choices.  You might go extinct, or you might destroy your environment, forcing the Earth to develop a new role for life all over again -- and it's already done that more than a few times. Evolution just forces things to happen by making all of your choices completely worthless, except for one. And you don't get to learn whether or not you're doing the right thing, because your planet and your environment don't give a damn about you.  Planets recycle -- species just die.  You make the right choices, and for the most part they're pretty obvious, or you get to take the express elevator to extinction. That's all there is. It doesn't get better and it isn't fun."  

So we understand that -- or we say we do. Evolution isn't creating a superior species -- we get that. It's creating a superior environment intended to house a superior species -- one with some very specific characteristics, according to Calayo.  If humans are going to make it to the Big Time, this is the shopping list we need to handle and take care of first:

(1)  The superior species is dangerous. It's very dangerous, because it has to be.  In a perfect world -- perfect for the environment -- it's supposed to shred nearly every other species on the planet, and it will do so, because it's necessary, and because it wants to survive, and because it wants to live forever. Life has no other purpose as far as the environment is concerned.  It's available to be used, and when it can't be used, it's there to be consumed.

(2)  It reproduces quickly, and has little self-control; a superior environment requires over-population, because over-population forces any out-of-control species to either destroy itself, or get off the planet so the environment can spread. It's a form of manipulation that eventually allows only one response: leave the planet or die. When those are the only choices available, free will becomes irrelevant.

(3)  Over-population also forces the species to learn how to replicate its environment elsewhere.  The ultimate aim is environmental reproduction at the expense of other environments.  If it's too cold, make it warmer. Not enough water? Build dams and reservoirs. Not enough room? Build hotels -- underground, underwater, on the moon, in the desert -- anywhere. You replicate the environment. That's always been the primary goal of both the environment and evolution.  You'll die without water?  Learn to make it. You're going to freeze to death?  Set the world on fire. That's life, and that's what evolution forces you to do.  And if you don't do it, you'll die.  That's how evolution destroys free will. It leaves you with only one choice, so you'll have to take it or you'll have to die. And evolution doesn't have to write all the rules in a Bible to get you to do what it wants you to do. It just makes all of the other options much less desirable. You should turn left here. If you don't, you'll die. Now turn right. If you don't, you'll die. Now jump off of this planet and make another one more suitable so your environment can go on vacation. Oh, you don't want to go on vacation with your environment? Then I guess you're gonna die!   

(4)  Your species will eventually have to be satisfied that the number of other species in the world is going to drop significantly so it only includes your pets and your food. Anything else is going to take up way too much space, and since the superior species doesn't do anything like move to another planet unless it absolutely has to, the superior species is going to need to get rid of everything else that takes up space or consumes the resources it's going to need to survive.  And that means everything gets eaten or used.      

  

In the long run, only one of three options can possibly occur -- and all three are the result of terrible desperation:  

(1)  The will to dominate is lost, leaving the species adrift as it attempts to slow its own frenetic failure to ascend, and as a result falters and fades into the distracted darkness of barbarism. Basically, you've quit the contest because you no longer have the will to carry on.  According to the Grays, this is what happens when there are two or three different species competing for only one or two environments. Your environment isn't competitive on a planetary level until it's working with a single dominant species.  Until you've got that, the environment isn't simple enough to control the whole planet. Cooperation between species will always weaken the environment, and a weak environment gets replaced.

(2) The species' failures overcome its will and it comes to a complete and shuddering halt as the species destroys itself.  This is what happens when a superior species attempts to control its environment when it lacks the will to control itself.  According to Calayo, most intelligent species who haven't already reached the conclusion that all gambling is basically an environmental con game that's been generated to keep the weakest members of the species away from any decision-making that's going on are betting that this is the eventual fate of humanity.  Frankly, The Saucerologist is pretty impressed with the odds that are currently being offered, but life span being what it is for humans, we doubt that we'll be around to collect.  And Calayo said that all of the best casino worlds refuse to even entertain the thought of gene-based ownership of legal intent, so it's impossible to make a bet your distant descendants can collect on. Not that it matters much. Most of those on the controlling board of The Saucerologist don't have the stomach for raising a brood in the first place. It's apparently one of the drawbacks to massive consumption of heavy duty narcotics. That's not fair -- call it "experimentation" with heavy duty narcotics.  Oh, and Roxie? If I see anything at all about "consumption", you'll have to defend your value to this organization. No, seriously, Rox, so quit laughing. And get me another bowl of those reds.

(3)  The only valid outcome is the third choice, although most people consider it the worst. Unfortunately, it's the only option that prevents complete extinction.  The superior species, having created a planet with only one prime environmental class, attempts to murder itself in a misguided attempt to cut the over-population in half.  It escalates and threatens to destroy everything, until a relatively small fraction of those left alive locks-up the home field advantage and leaves, thereby assuring the survival of the environment on another world with a hopefully less competitive nature, thereby ensuring its dedication to survival among the cosmos.  That's what's meant when you start talking about evolution forcing the issue in order to prevent free will. Evolution's a real bitch.   

It's also an ideal tool for interacting with, surviving, and eventually overcoming the unknown. That's why life is so damn prolific and expansive throughout the universe.  It's nowhere near as rare as folks seem to think, and at times, it can seem downright common.  If you want proof, just try separating the wheat from the chaff the next time the Republicans field seventeen candidates for President.

We humans harbor a general desire for the preservation of ALL environments encompassed by the biological aggression of Earth's ever-evolving life forms in light of the very well-documented human reluctance to develop and impose upon itself some orderly form of life-management intended to ensure the very preservation of those same conditions in nature that most people support whole-heartedly.  Most folks don't like the idea of forcing another species to go extinct just to protect your comfort zone.  We actually got rid of smallpox once, but somebody thought, now why'd we do that? Smallpox has the right to live ... doesn't it?  Nobody likes extinction, and apparently they don't even like it when it's going to keep another species alive.  Look at the dream factories we've been providing for. Go to Hollywood and they're still making movies that feature the Dodo, extinct since the 18th century!  God forbid we should ignore the Jurassic Park series!  Now everybody wants a pet killing machine. And it's all endemic to our species! Humans don't want to compete with other species, and we want to preserve every natural environment we could ever imagine, and by doing so, according to the Grays, we're steadily organizing and guaranteeing our own extinction!  Have you ever been to a PETA meeting before?  That's what happens when you prefer the company of Old Yeller to anybody in the world you might meet at a gas station that sells those pre-packaged smoked turkey with cheese sandwiches, and those guys never even heard of mayonnaise! That's right -- some folks, a lot of folks, prefer rabies to a box of Milk Duds and a cold Coke! And the Grays just don't get it.  

"It's almost as if you humans expect these nearly universal desires, opinions, whatever you want to call it to conduct their own well-harbored, systematic defenses automatically, without any need for supporting conditions and characters, simply because it's an outcome that most people wish for. You think it's natural for all species and environments to embrace immortality! That's why you weep when Old Yeller gets put down. And don't get me started on Bambi's mom -- she was going to get eaten! It's not like it was some kind of a wasted death or something."

"Well, personally I'm a cat man -- we're called the ninja cat samurai. But I understand your pain, okay?  So we like animals. And maybe some of us like viruses. Big deal. Seriously, though, what don't you understand?"

"It's just that everybody wants to see it happen; no species has to die, extinction is cruel, so it has to go away, and every environment has a nice place to go at the end of the day.  My God, the level of enthusiasm for such an idea is almost total among you humans, like 99.999% of all humans."

"Well, yeah. And that leftover 0.001% is executed with merciful lethal injection at the Atlanta Pen, so you might as well say it's an easy hundred-percent. Why does that bother you?"

"Because I really like you humans and you're orbiting the drain with this kind of an attitude! And there isn't even one of you who sees what's going on! Not one! I point out what's killing you in the evolution department, and everybody I talk to says 'yeah, it's great -- what's not to like?' as if I'm the guy who's holding up Heaven at a crosswalk nobody else recognizes. Humanity will go extinct because it would rather share the few resources available with every other species of life on this planet. You guys have even been willing to share what you've got with us, and we don't even like most of it!"

"Yeah, it's great.  So ... what's not to like?" 

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