Death is no violation of life. We experience little deaths all through life. Death feeds life, and life death, because they aren’t really separate.
Are the trees happy? They aren’t always. As guardians of the zoasphere they at times cause an environmental shift.
Our elders live among us, nod sympathetically at times and in despair at others. There is little joy anymore. Though as they say hope springs eternal and so there is still adaptation. Still healing. Cleaning up the human mess. Human hubris could stand to do far more than humans fear it will. But patience is a virtue even among our elders, They can’t wait forever and aren’t.
The bulk of DNA in humanity is dormant because it was to serve as memory. We are supposedly evolved, and yet compared to what was intended we are down right larval.
Humanity discovered that matter and energy were the same thing, and took that to mean it was just another resource. And the resource they like best is a pointy stick, so they made the matter-energy conversion their next pointy stick. The ancestors don’t like being poked.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.