We are a plague on this earth

So let us proliferate.
Let's say some higher being picked its metaphysical ear and threw some gunk which eventually landed on our planet and was the spark that began life. Or maybe there was no such being and let's say it's energy, the source of everything was something infinitesimally powerful that unleashed existence. You can keep going up in the layers, well then what caused this? What caused that? Who? On and on. god is infinity. Fractals and eternity. People may conclude that this concept is god itself or meaningful in itself. Microcosms and macrocosms The idea is that there are microcosms - the life of an ant is smaller than ours, from our perspective, and the termite, and the bacteria... Mirroring happens. We are a plague on this planet. A virus that continues to spread and destroy. A cancer. It is nature. Where does sentience get us? We are simply scum on a sphere, an infestation, yet searching for meaning. Why must there be a reason? Does the bacteria you wash to oblivion pause to wonder, "why?" No, we say this microbe is deadly. And eradicate it. --- We are sick and making ourselves sick. Think of beautifying treatments that ultimately make us sick and die. Cover up the symptoms with more poison. It is human to be sickly. Health is an illusion. -------- Being ill is an undesired trait for basic evolution. Mutant, mutations of dna Sick. A mutant. I've felt like I don't fit in since I was a child. I'm different. There was always and still is a focus on being normal. "You're normal. What you're experiencing is normal." It is not a scourge to be abnormal. At the same time, it is the human experience also, to be different. To be ill. To have chronic pain. It is part of being human. Sentience means nothing in the context of an organism reproducing. Is it due to illness that I don't want the human race to continue? A sickness. but what about when I'm ecstatic and full of the exuberance of humanity's joys? When people ask the meaning of life, I will say, i am the mushroom growing on the log. We are the freak show. Enable mutations and let them proliferate? Enablement of those who'd otherwise be ostracized and unsupported? Keeping the sickly alive and able through modern advancements and social acceptance? I am one of em. I sometimes think about the fact that a hard of hearing woman with poor eyesight would not have fared well as an early human... Nor in many ages. What would have been the value in a body and mind like mine? Would I have gone insane under different circumstances? Technology has always been such a cool thing to me. But there's that thought, without this, then that... I am not even faring that well in this modern age. I am grappling with myself even considering all of my privileges. We are a plague on this earth so let's proliferate.