Our reality is thermodynamic cyclings. Heat expanding, then passing on, leaving the forms established to cool and congeal.

While we are mobile creatures, focused on running down the path ahead of us, wondering where it's going. Trying to reconcile the immediate rabbit holes of gratification, with further objectives that far too easily shift.

Maybe instead of trying to understand what otherwsie alien creatures that often conveniently resemble us might have to tell us about where we are going, or where we should go, why not ask this utterly alien, yet mostly ignored reality in which we exist, what we should be doing?

All too often, the tools we create become our gods and certainly technology is following those footsteps. Drone warfare, for example, is rapidly making any conventional concept of war obsolete. Just for a moment, what if warfare entirely becomes a computer program? Like chess has fallen to computers. What if all those circuit boards get a little too connected, the computers take over the responses and counter responses and some glitch spirals into a nuclear war, while the generals are having lunch? Like some lab virus escaping.

Those aliens might be on to something, but it is still this planet and the biology on it, that will be picking up the pieces.

Maybe we need to become more circular in our thinking and ride the waves up and down, not just find the highest cliff to march off.

Understand that these feedback loops we are part of do flip from positive to negative and if we don't always go all in, we might moderate the landing.

People have come to rule our environment because we are supposedly intelligent, but we still get caught out. The bull is power, while the matador is art. It is when we get lost in our lust for power and don't learn to balance it out, make life art, that we hang ourselves on all the rope we've made.

Like printing money to infinity. Hasn't that been done before?

Understand the feedback, not just the shiny object we've been chasing.