Man, the conqueror of the nature, the ruler of the graveyard

We humans, are at war with rest of the nature. A wild predator would only hunt and kill when it is hungry. We kill for all sorts of reasons. We call certain animals wild and hunt them either because they are a competing predator or they don’t feature in our economic activity, the species-wide subservience called domestication.

We hunt or fence out other predators because they may compete for our food. We fence out other wild herbivores, to stop them eating the food for our livestock. We brand certain vegetation as weeds and remove them because it competes with the food source for our livestock. We cull animals in millions because we don’t have the patience to sort out the infected from the uninfected, a problem caused by our farming practice in the first place.

Not just these seemingly utilitarian reasons, we even kill for aesthetic reasons or no reason at all. A plain looking plant will be uprooted to make space for an attractive flowering plant. A spider or a caterpillar will be squashed because it looks creepy or ugly. We will spray our surroundings with poison, to keep away those species that are too small to hunt down and can’t control. We call them pests.

We hunt for fun, just because our hunter-gatherer brain is denied the thrill which it learnt to crave over millions of years of evolution. Yet we seek the comfort of piling up frozen food in our refrigerator never to eat again. We are fighting our very own nature and rest of the nature around us.

We dominate and manipulate every level of food-chain, not being happy just sitting at its apex. Every square inch of this earth belongs to us and if we so wish, we will sanitize it with concrete and poison. If you are another species and of no utility mankind, tough luck! Find somewhere else to go or go extinct! At this rate, soon we will follow them!


The thoughts in this post are heavily influenced by the novel “Ishmael” by Daniel Quinn


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