I recently noticed that I tend to criticize man, meaning our race, a lot. For all of the good things we’ve done, the evil ones out-number them ten-fold. Why? That’s a good question. There are almost always two outcomes. Either you fall or rise to the challenge and defeat it. Men that are on the rising side always profit from it, but what of the people who fell? Did we even take a second chance at the carnage we might of unleashed? The lives of women, men and even children we took? No. Never. Not until it’s to late. I know, it seems like I’m jumping all over the place, but just think for a minute. It would seem that the ones who fell would try and rise to their feet again and take on another challenge. But they don’t. The ones that are already on their feet want to go higher, for there is no limit for them. They want to rise above all else. They are the ones who want the power. And they are the ones who shamelessly spill blood again and again, sometimes (and even most of the time) unnecessarily, only to rise again. But when do we lend a helping hand to the one who was kicked in the dirt? Look at it from a different perspective, and our race is the only truly evil thing that inhabits this planet.