Unnatural Selection

The seers and the prophets remain cryptic. They wrap up their foreknowledge in blankets of metaphor and deem that no mortal will ever be qualified to discern the indiscernible. No mere mortal whose consciousness cringes at the cusp of everything dark and unknown could ever hope to not squander away everything precious. Could never attain the degree of awareness necessary to consider the myriad of blasphemies against all things natural. Is it really our destiny to compete for comfort and convenience? At what point in our lives did we decide that sharing was no longer the best policy? At what exact moment did we come to the conclusion that to put the self above others is the natural order of things? At what point did we shatter our moral compass upon the unforgiving stone and declare that life would no longer be fair? That justice would no longer be served? That joy would be more fleeting than the wind and compassion would be the rarest bird of all.
At what point did we subscribe to the notion that we are better than everyone else? Where did this notion originate? With our parents? Where did they acquire that disposition? From their parents? Could it have originated from an external source? Must we fall prey to everything sinister? Must we continue to be the subject of every Machiavellian machination?
We don’t have the wherewithal to resist. We don’t possess the insight or inclination to see that all lies must begin with one lie. That all truths must end with one truth. If you cannot tell me why you are here then I will tell you why you are not. You are not here to serve me and I am not here to serve you. We are here to serve the selfless.