Every blade of grass on Earth could secretly be harbouring ticks that can give you a crippling illness for life. Some trees hate you so much they’ll give you a nasty rash just for touching them or standing under them when it rains. Your body has a built-in expiry date, planned obsolescence, because the mindless natural process that shaped it doesn’t give a damn about what happens to you after you’ve raised kids (which may take you several attempts because of the special love this world reserves for infants).

Everything nice that humans have we’ve had to fight tooth and nail against the physical realities of the world to get. The planet doesn’t exist in harmony, it exists in a delicate balance of terror as everyone and everything on it struggles to survive and procreate. Upsetting that balance often leads to mutually assured destruction, which is why many people mistake it for harmony, when really it’s just a toxic and violent relationship where all parties involved nonetheless depend on one another. Seeking to transcend this cycle of mindless violence and death is more than logical for any moral being.