Ha!

Do you think I am your land? What insolence can provide has remained a constant surprise. You claim my bodies of land, stab my surface with your flag, name me and divide me. You wage war over me, conquer me, reclaim me, dispute over me, and then – just as a civilized and isolated kind of yours begins to flourish – you sail across my waters, to which you’ve also claimed and named, and conquer me again.

Just as you do not see the shining light, just as you do not understand the infinite life forms elder than you, you do not heed my warnings. I punish thee, with violent winds, swarming waters, explosions of fire, and it falls on deafer ears than the deaf.

Laughable and repenting are those less ignorant yet still misunderstanding few of your kind who make effort to “save me.” Blind selfishness is selfishness still; do you truly believe you’re saving anything but yourselves?

I will not die; I will make no effort to save you any longer; I rejoice on the day you extinguish yourselves. You can replenish my trees to flourish in futility. Your damage, your industrialized damage so foolishly proposed as great inventing, destroys more of what I give. For centuries I have shielded you from the elements outside of me; your advancements have diminished that shield, another motherly thing I’ve provided, and soon the repercussions will allow me to reclaim what is mine.

What an evolutionary virus you’ve become!

The vain attempts at preserving your habitat are the quintessential white blood cells; and yet the virus fights and continues to destroy with no deterrent! How selfish you are to believe you’re saving me; you’re saving yourselves, and are too proud and too stupid to admit to it. On the day Sun shines light, and I see you no more, I will not be dead, only you.

A self destructive virus! How ironic!