Letter to an Alien.

Dear onlooking Alien,

The human is a perplexing entity:

A species that worships the allure of global domination, electing to embrace the nuclear disintegration of its own kind in a perilous gambit wherein the volatile, albeit finite, supremacy procured exacts a deleterious toll on the very fabric of its existential continuity.

An animal that, driven by an insatiable quest for minerals and resources, engages in the ruthless extermination of both the nascent and the senescent amongst its populace. Notwithstanding the abundant reserves intrinsic to its habitation which, if harnessed judiciously, would offer the capability to bestow well-being and vitality upon every individual therein. 

An organism that inadvertently stifles its own potential for diversification and consequently, its ability to foster a milieu conducive to intellectual and cultural flourishing. 

Indeed, their truth is veracious. The human organism is but a species of the animal kingdom, yet one that exhibits a dissonance unparalleled amongst its brethren. For unalike its consanguineous kin, who engage in acts of termination as a requisite for survival, it indulges in carnage under the aegis of bewildering self-serving desires and vainglorious pursuits.

The human is a fool:

Their cognitions are incessantly besieged by the singular pursuits of affluence, triumphant ascendancy, and ambition, the attainment of which predominantly hinges upon the subjugation or nullification of a fellow being’s analogous aspirations. They orchestrate their lives with a demeanor bespeaking an illusory alliance with eternity, perpetually oblivious to the inexorable finitude so emblematic of their mortal bodies. Eventually, rather fortunately, they all transcend into the realm of death burdened with profound lamentations, leaving in their wake legacies tainted with sanguinary trails, misdeeds and inequitable practices.

Their gazes are perpetually fixated upon myriad ignoble indulgences, even though they are fully cognizant of the inevitability of retribution and malaise that follows what they seek. They bear witness to atrocities befalling their own rumored “beloveds”, yet remain ensnared in a cocoon of apathy. But perhaps, on rare days of benign disposition, they might extend the offering of soiled bandages. However, this gesture emerges not from a wellspring of altruism aimed at alleviating the afflictions of the wounded, but rather only as a self-soothing palliative.

Their auditory senses have reached a threshold of desensitization towards the laments of misery, harboring an indifferent detachment so long as the tendrils of agony remain distant from where they stand. Upon sporadic days, when the walls encasing their auditory channels momentarily relent, permitting the resonance of reality to permeate, they may find themselves clumsily stirred. With a flick of their handheld devices, they play in a perfunctory exhibition of digital empathy, saying “Aww, such sorrow for those who perished, such melancholy I harbor, and sorry is the world for such inhumanity.” Alas, they err in their proclamations, for the world harbors no remorse for their eventual oblivion. In reality, it covertly yearns for the hastening of their extinction, a desire bereft of a need for overt or transgressive action… for the humans, in their ceaseless quest for conquest, victory in skirmishes and dominion over lands, steadily yet assuredly, will execute their own undoing. In due time Earth will heave a sigh of relief, regaining its erstwhile vitality, as the scourge of human infestation ceases.

The human is impoverished:

They appear to devour with an indiscriminate voracity, engulfing even the subtlest whisper of sustenance, regardless of its palatability, yet elect to forgo offering even the merest morsel to those ensnared in the throes of destitution. Amidst ceremonial commemorations and mournful farewells alike, they lead the sacrifice of innocent sheep, partaking but in a fraction of the slain yield, whilst relegating the remainder to waste, all under the forlorn gaze of the indigent, who observe with a meld of trepidation and awe.

Their hands burgeon with bellicosity so long as the adversary emerges from within their own kinship. They unleash a might of striking ferocity, hitherto unparalleled, yet retreat into a chasm of timidity, if not ascend into a realm of adulation and worship, should the foe hail from foreign shores. Their unity is but a facade existing solely within the boundaries of cinematic illusions and poetic verses, an ideal far removed from tangible reality.

Their hearts seldom resonate with the melody of veracity, nor do their affiliations emanate from a wellspring of genuineness. The human entity exhibits a predilection for manipulation. They proclaim narratives of events unseen by their eyes, swear fealty to deities whose existence they internally repudiate, and cast a cloud of disparagement upon dissent, attributing it to sources of purported incompetence, all whilst ravaging the bedrock of the very doctrines they audaciously claim to revere as divine. They engage in a dance of insidious whispers and gossip, passing judgments whilst cringing under the gaze of judgment cast upon them.

The human is a sham:

The human is a perplexing entity, an epitome of evolutionary finesse and perfection, yet seized in a ceaseless cycle of conflict and devastation, thereby forging a realm where acquisition begets depletion. The human is a fool, a creature shrouded in blindness, trapped in deafness, and muted in expression, yet resounds with malicious intent, discerns with a skewed perceptiveness, and articulates with a venomous alacrity. The human is Impoverished, for despite a bounty of blessings, it lays a victim of its own insatiability for war, deceit, and manipulation.