It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

Humans see what they want to see.

Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.

The real world is where the monsters are.

Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.

Loving humanity means as much, and as little, as loving raindrops, or loving the Milky Way. You say that you love humanity? Are you sure you aren’t treating yourself to easy self-congratulation, seeking approval, making certain you’re on the right side?