Nature is violent, cruel, and apathetic. Natural Selection, Nature’s most effective tool for evolution, will send a hurricane to decimate an island teaming with helpless colorful animals, or convince a heard of buffalo to abandon a crippled calf to hungry wolves and run. She has no feelings, no conscience, and if she did, the human species wouldn’t exist. This is the part where the pretend nihilists, dressed in all black, claim people shouldn’t exist, even though it would be very easy to end themselves… hypocrites.

Survival of the fittest has been Nature’s mantra for billions of years. Thanks to Natural Selection, humanity is her greatest achievement (on Earth). We are so powerful and intelligent that we no longer worry, on a species level, about her wrath. She can’t wipe us out, not with disease, disasters, other creatures, or famine. We have rendered her impotent. It’s too bad, because we’re showing real signs of regression, and she can’t fix it for us.

Some of you are so self-centered, so sure you’re better than Nature, that you stand atop your parents ottoman in their dark musty basement and shout, “EMPATHY should be the law of the land!” You forgot how your kind got here in the first place.

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Everything I write has a sturdy foot planted in the remorseless lottery of natural selection. You may think you’re a nature lover, but when you point at a pretty flower, my brain wonders how many iterations of that flower had to parish before this one proved itself worthy to continue living in our hostile world. I love nature on an entirely different level than most people. The apathetic code that lies within the heart of every living thing on Earth fascinates me.

My book series, Ascension, embraces this fascination. It’s about a universe of Gods who despise mental and physical weakness in the sapient creatures of our anthropic universe. How did I come of with this god-awful concept? It came to me in a daydream while I wandered around Saint Augustine Florida on my lunch break. I like to think these Gods are real, and my writing is them using me as a tool to communicate with the human species.

The more you get to know the writer version of me, the more you’ll see that I’m broken by current Western Civilization standards. I don’t believe every live has intrinsic or even equal value. I don’t see empathy as a strength. If you spend enough time talking to me, you’ll realize, deep down, you are more like me than you’ll want to admit.

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