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Beyond Anthropocentricism

Yes, we are all concerned about survival. Survival for whom from what? Survival for the human's species from a virus, which seems to be too subtle but lethal to outsmart human's self-glorified intelligence. We often belive about ourself as the highest intelligence ever evolved on the planet with a unique capacity to imagine and transcend beyond the limited dimension of time and space. But when it comes to a crisis like this our response seems to be orthodox, presumptuous, uncontrollable, and outdated. We the human species are the self-proclaimed prophets of progress and rationality. We are, in fact, too selfish to see and experience the life beyond a human's skin. Earth, for us, is not a beautiful garden for aesthetic of existence, rather it is a place for opportunities to get enmeshed in bafflement of narcissistic dreams and aspirations. Life for us is not about feeling its fragrance in totality but a challenge to conquer extrapolated enemies. Death is feared by us even though we know it's real, possibly time is a luxury which cannot be bought by symbolic value, known as money. But do we care about the death of many insects, plants, animals, rivers, and the Earth itself? We care for our own survival. It is truth. Isn't it? Our anthropocentric imagination since the dawn of human's life has alienated our existence from its environment. We don't feel even breathing forget about sensitivity towards plants and animals. We don't want to feel life, its extraordinary vibrations and suffering. We are escapist animal, who can imagine a world beyond Earth and afterlife but remains unhappy with the moments passing without any control. Do we control anything? Our breathing, seeing, listening, feeling, etc? If not, what do we expect to control? Life is a drama, a game, whose rules are barely known by human's intelligence. But here we are the highest intelligence, admired by God for our capacity to invent him and subjected from the hatred of evil! Are we really serious about our intellect to control Earth and its environment?

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