Journal Entry # 1,640

Urth day. Now here is a day hoomans have created I can stand behind. Quite a few of the Proverbs of the Divine Overseers deal with forming a symbiotic relationship, so to speak, with your host planet. Yours being Urth, obviously. Tsar-Djent Peckerhead will teach you all this in the coming months as well. I find it funny though sometimes, how your minds work. Take, for example, biology. We have this in our universe. One of the things that actually seems to tie our universes together is science. In certain forms. I digress...biology. The study of life. Organisms. Things that are living in any sense. Or not. Dead biological organisms. Anyhow, your Urth is just one giant biological sphere, littered with biological specimens, like you. So, I don't understand how you don't think or realize that your planet is alive. And I mean alive like you, or your animal pets, or trees or bacteria. Your planet can feel like you. It is a living organism. This is your home, and essentially you just defecate all over it. How would you feel if someone came in to your house while you were relaxing, started spraying toxic chemicals, throwing trash everywhere and digging holes in your floor to shit in? Scientists already know there have been extinction events in the past. Let me tell you something, unless they are totally random, which is a 1 in 5 chance, extinction events occur when a planet needs cleansed. Your dinosaurs? Herbivores would have devoured all vegetation, carnivores devour all herbivores and life until nothing is left, carnivores die off, Urth becomes a dead world. It's possible, I've seen crazier things happen that have turned planets into dead worlds. So hoomans, today treat your planet like the fellow hooman being you love the most. Be aware of it. Love it. Nurture it. Don't throw trash in its face, you douche. And pick up that Urth dog poop! Until you learn to Terra-Form planets, this is the only home you have. Don't leave poop lying everywhere. That's gross.