I think there is some kind of divine order in the universe. Every leaf on every tree in the world is unique.
Maybe this planet is one of the discarded mistakes. Maybe it's one of the victories. We'll never know.
Up with life. Stamp out all small and large indignities. Leave everyone alone to make it without pressure. Down with hurting. Lower the standard of living. Do without plastics. Smash the servo-mechanisms. Stop grabbing. Snuff the breeze and hug the kids. Love all love. Hate all hate.
Any man who outgrows the myths of childhood is ninety-nine percent aware and convinced of his own mortality.