The world would be a better place without me
here, polluting the atmosphere,
de-constructing the carefully, tediously sculpted landscape,
and building monuments to a capitalist god.

The galaxy would be a better place without us
trying to figure out the enigma beset before us,
trying to answer the unanswerable.

The universe would be better off if Humans were extinct,
without us killing ourselves over land that we're killing,
without us infecting everything we touch with the plague of humanity.

Without us, there would be harmony,
bliss,
universal peace.
Without us, everything would be perfect.

As it should be.