Chapter Thirty-Two
Moths are drawn to flames. Wolves are drawn to blood.
It’s the simple facts of nature that control us all, no matter how logical we strive to be.
Humans are drawn to disaster, wanting to know what horrors they managed to escape. They want to watch their enemies burn. Watching their allies crumble can bring an even more primal form of glee.
If mankind had managed to move beyond such horrible delights, I wonder if we might have survived. If watching others thrive had been as good a pastime as watching them fail, could we have avoided the wars that slaughtered so many?
I don’t think a core trait of compassion being bred into humans would have prevented all the disasters that plague the earth. Greed ruined the environment, hubris allowed disease to flourish. But maybe w
