Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living amongst the shattered pieces.

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.

Any human being should be capable of three things to earn such title: live alone, hunt and drive anything with or without wheels. If you don't have these three things, you're either a slave or an animal. Any idea about being social or human has been cleverly associated with these two things, in order to make believe that being a social animal is the ideal to aspire for, especially if such animal is enslaved by a certain amount of ideals promoted by the system that gives him life and cuts it off as soon as he shows himself undeserving.

There is only One Human race; Humankind.

Better bend than break