We're all Dead

True, from the moment of conception, for us all and our ancestors and descendants.

We don't really understand this "life" stuff anyway. Birth, death; we're always in-taking and out-putting, consuming and shedding. Our atoms fly all over the place and interact in ways we don't perceive or understand with everything and everyone around us. And everything else's and everyone else's atoms interact with us, in countless, almost infinite combinations and dynamics.

That we want to move our atom fields around more quickly than we can achieve with our own legs, so we mimic faster moving dinosaurs by sucking up their remains and burning them to make wheels spin that we can ride, seems a quite natural, logical progression. That we haven't yet figured out how to squeeze every last drop of that dinosaur juice efficiently, and so spew the dino-juice leftovers into that number one resource we share: air, is troublesome, but fixable, if we try harder and get smarter. Past history shows that we can. It's just a matter of time and effort.