A measure of human progress – compared to animals – is that, at least, we are not eating each other anymore. The next step, to stop killing each other, was never achieved.
By design, people were meant to gather berries, eat, sleep, procreate, and – that’s that. Everything else can only be explained as a consequence of some unknown viral infection.
To have a mission in life, but not being sure what exactly it is, is the paramount curse. Fortunately, most people don’t have any mission in their lives.
