Do i have the right to exist?  Can i even call myself human?  What am i?  Am i a creature capable of surviving this planet?  i am weak.  my skin offers almost no protection.  my ancestors have long left the seas, caves, sub terrains, and trees.  our huddled masses are poor representations of the hardiness of a species.   Technology has addled my brain.  i no longer leave the house.  The comfort of netflix, endless streams from my dvr, my constant companion the internet, and the cell phone which now replaces my brain, prevents me from breathing fresh air or interacting personally.  All information is stored in those devices and without them i am even less capable;  i couldn't even recite my best friends phone number. i know nothing.  i am nothing. and the support of my species, forget about it.  they too are not deserving of surviving.  they have found new toys but have lost their minds.  they still trade rocks and feathers and club one another over the heads.  they are jealous, vindictive, and barbarous. they are mindless animals downloaded with history and repeat like automatons careless of their combined actions.  the devastation in the wake causes unimaginable suffering to the even less defenseless.  no we are definitely not good peoples to one another.  while i shave my body and put a string around my neck i stand confused, what am i doing here?  am i pretending not to be an animal?  is my society placing rules upon sexually repressed animals and think it normal or possible? we are backwards, still infants and unfortunately incapable of maturity when Stockholm has such a strong grip.  we want to entertain ourselves by the blood of our children and the thirst's existence is beyond alls comprehension.  we are the demons lighting the fires which burn souls and i refuse to take pride in allegiances which draw imaginary lines carving up a planet which belongs to all so temporarily.   we are the children of earth and i am ashamed of what we have became, refuse to become, and choose to be.  do i have the right to exist?  all i know is that in every direction i look is space and infinitely filled with time.  in my small moment i can see infinite possibilities for infinite planets to support life in infinite ways.   fortunate to be and know here now this planet is full and healthy, a calm before a storm, is home to billions of our species of infinite species many hungry enough to eat us need to unite so that we can can care for every child and seed the galaxies.  this now this place synchronized to localize our peoples, is up to us to engineer the environment of our choosing.  haven or hell, it is the result of those present.  hell is not my choice, this place and its cruelty not my doing but my responsibility is impossible to change without help.  good people are naturally peaceful and since this is not of a planet in peace draws me to one conclusion....we are bad.  Do i have a right to exist....no.