We are the demise of man, our own minds and hands have cursed us to what seems like an unfortunate end.  A new beginning to an old story re-written throughout the ripples of time, hours forward repeat hours passed as our Earth circles the drain.  No different than the Dinosaurs - a forceful reign at the top of the food chain except there's no comet to end our terror.  We are the most 'advanced' species on the planet but compared to what are we so advanced? Ourselves?  There is no other competition except other cultures from other places but we are all still just men, Human, or more correctly - animals. Bigger brains don't make us more special or from different origins, we all started from the same nothing; and that is where we will all go back to.  We are a compelling bunch of intricately compressed molecules claiming to be lords of the world that we are wasting no time destroying.