Life is good

Long after Big Bang happened somewhere far, She mothered Big Birth on earth. It was the most miraculous chance event, the first meeting of molecules to move about as they choose in living compounds. The myriads multiplied in creepy crawly children, consuming other creepy crawly children, yet always increasing in number, types and complexity.

The miracles multiplied in masses of metabolising protoplasm, infinite shapes and sizes pushing on as best they can. Always remained edible to something brotherly. Life pulsated, grew hungry and murdered without hate to live and live and live. All the Life unconscious of what they were collectively doing, until one kind, one species, developed a brain as its competitive edge. Since then it contemplates progress or decline, whether it all is approaching infinity or conclusion. So, Life still becomes, begets, befriends, employs, and implements every useful bit and every elemental substance found in every Gaia nook and cranny, but with one change.

Humanity is looking over its shoulder.