The Wrong Sort

Biological existence is about reproduction.  Feeding and escaping being fed upon are just a way to survive to reproduce successfully.  One lives to breed and send out offspring to continue the line.  But when life is easy and one can enjoy it, life has another purpose: taking pleasure in being alive.  It's a temptation that can result in untimely death, if you're not careful. That really is the problem: not being smart enough or well-controlled enough to preserve life: one's own and of the life-matrix in which one lives.  Some lines are smart and controlled by their intelligence: most are not.  And the Nots call the shots-- woe is us: the Dictatorship of the Wrong Sort.