Our job is too make it one, or else there would be no humans, and specific function for humans. Yes, we humans are here to fulfill the role that the earth has not been able to do for itself because of the force of too much sunlight on it.

I had a sneaking suspicion that this was the meaning of life, but I always associated it with oil drilling.

Also, leave my tympanums alone!

We live in a acoustic system which inversely correlates with the brightness of sun, and you worry when respectively thinking and writing on that very fact. Appearances accurately reflect earth's light at the star, except near rainy places where clouds lower and local natives beat on the tympanums torn from your ears by your own self-determined, smaller-than-an-elbow middle fingers! You're lucky they didn't trick you into peeling away your conjunctiva. Next time, wear protection!

Oh no, my entire day'll be ruined now. I have unwittingly pushed the buttons of Mr. He-Who-Rufuses-To-Be-Named-Yet­-Threatens-Me-And-Is-Rude-To-M­e-All-The-Time-On-Slate-Magazi­ne.

What will I ever do? What Oh What, will I, the twenty-six-year-old-peon, ever do? If this sort of conversation pushes your buttons, then perhaps the need to order the natural world by some discernable logic by people on their free-time should be reduced, and outsourced to schools and colleges.

I can't help myself from wondering about the natural world. Fuck You!

If you were caught talking to a lady like that on my post, You'd be up before the OD before you took anotjher wasted breath.

Your turds lack consistency, loser. Drop and give me fifty. What's this Army coming to?

Dismissed!