Listless Turmoil.

Humans plan. They plan when to speak. They plan when to sleep. They plan when to eat. And they tear each other apart. Genocides. Mass killings. Rape. Murder. Theft. They burn one another to the ground, just to top the bill. It's a mundane existence. Most marriages are simply for gratification. Men looking for satisfaction. Women looking for money. And for a while, they're happy. But then the insecurities begin to eat away at them. A little squabble here, a little domestic violence there, and what do you know? The wife's dead and the husband's in jail.

Animals plan too. When to sleep. To hibernate. To hunt. And they tear each other apart as well. Some eat their mates. Some kill each other to prove who's the top dog. They rip them to shreds over a mate that they'll probably end up killing anyway. Sound familiar?

Both are capable of emotion. Of hate. Of happiness. Sorrow. Love. Joy. Anger. Jealousy. Hubris. The list goes on and on.

But a virus isn't. And a virus doesn't. It doesn't plan when to strike. It doesn't feel hate for each individual it infects. It doesn't feel sorrow. It doesn't celebrate the fact that it's killed hundreds of people. It isn't even aware of what it is doing. It just is. It simply exists for its purpose.

Sometimes, I wonder if that existence would be better than the current state of the human race.