According to the Second Law of Thermodynamics that the universe will tend to be disordered.
The world holds mighty intellect, yet encompassed with the inevitability and capability of its own destruction. How eager was it of its founding grace? The audacity of the inhabitants to destroy what they were provided for. I reminisce at those days when breathing wasn't such an endeavor, however we chose to live more conveniently causing the inevitability of handicapping ourselves even more. Advances has gained the chances of our destruction. We have chosen this path and countering it doesn't seem to be a choice anymore. Sometimes I forgot how beautiful the world is, I focus on its destruction and its corruption... Well how can't I? That's what going on is it. The mighty intellects choosing a wrong decision but now choosing to avert it. Sometimes, I'm scared for the hope we may never have in this world.
But then again, but then again, but then again... I see, I see the beauty of the world from a far and how can you not say how majestic it is, and eventually realizing it pains me to know that we didn't take care of it as it took care of us. Have you not seen a planet as beautiful as the one we are now? So pristine, so serene, realizing how very different it is from most of the one in all the universe? How come?