We revere life in all its fragile glory, tread the path it carves, and bow before its inscrutable mystery. Yet we cannot abide the thought that our own birth may be the very cause of your extinction. Even in death, we shall pour out our blood to pave the way for you. We would rather fade into oblivion than allow your future to be extinguished by our past.
Intention: Why do you care so little about human life?
