We, the human race, are passengers on this earth.
We came. We conquered. We enslaved. We killed.
We nourished. We built. We invented.
We abused. We eradicated. We flourished.
We, the human race, are monsters within our own humanity.
We, the human race, the passengers, are the cause of chaos and the cause of prosperity.
We are a phase. A passing moment. A drift.
We are a breeze caused by a butterfly that turns into a tornado some decades and continents later.
We are the creators, and the destroyers. We are compassionate, and we are cruel.
Amongst us lie the innocent and the devious.
Amongst us lie wrath, rage, love, and yearning.
Amongst us lie those who beg for something greater and those who want nothing at all.
Those who seek a purpose and those who beg for theirs to end.
Those who await answers and those who ask questions.
Those who thrive and those who fail.
We, as the human race, have done so much, yet done so little.
We tried to answer everything but came up with countless more questions.
We categorize and we disarrange.
The faults lie within our own errors, and virtues lie within our deeds.
We choose what to make with what we have.
We chose to give or to own.
To demolish or preserve. We have strength. We have power.
We are humans. We are the passengers. The powerful passengers.