God is a figment of imagination for those who fear death. Would I wanna hang out for eternity? Guess.
So are dung beetles perfectly satisfied with their work? Who needs gloves and a union to push shit?
I can go on and on about it^ using different examples but everything ignorantly does what it's supposed to.
One last big one - bees. We tried to place a monetary number on bees if they dropped dead. Incalculable. Those things dance around to let the workers go. They do that for their hives, not for us, or Stinky.
Moving on - us! We're doing what we're supposed to do, ignorantly, of course. Fact. I've gotten many many answers to the question of "What are humans doing that we're completely blind to our cause despite it being right in front of our faces, like everything else. Don't even ever bother asking yourselves about that...
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- I don't wanna know