an argument against being human

We don't just exist.
We want to be a part of the knowing, deep knowing,
the dread, the Lovecraftian dread,
We want to be a part of the pleasure, the race, the rush,
We want to be a part of the love, the drudgery, the pining,
We want to be attached, to connect, to despair,
We all want a spot under the sun, a place under the sky,
a sliver of the moon, or the full moon.
 
We don't just exist
like the pure delight of a swallow's flight
on a crisp spring afternoon,
or the breeze that carries her.
We don’t just exist
like the cares of an ant
which loiters on a dropped ice-cream cone
on the edge of a busy pavement.

We go deeper!
We lie to ourselves,
‘it can’t be that simple’,
we thrust ourselves
into the deepest layers of hell,
where we incubate
in carcasses of rotten prejudices, ideals, and beliefs,
while the modest brains
of birds, beasts, and bees,
deliver to them a freedom
within the two-dimensional world of survival. 

(the ant allegory lifted from ‘Better Call Saul – Season 5)