War.

Fighting and decimating your own kind, consistently for thousands of years. And it's all about a tiny piece of dirt, which is plenty for all of us, the tiny specs with gargantuan egos. We should've looked up, ages ago. And kept our tiny eyes there. Where gargantuan egos don't matter. Where all the miracles and secrets wait for their pioneers. Where we could've been brothers, all along. 

It's sickening.