There are few things you can be sure of in this life. One is that you will die. There are some powers that be that ensure you never lose sight of this, for their own gain of course. Live on towards the forever sleep.
The Wendish Death Chant echoes through the halls of history. A somber backdrop to accompany all that feel the painful boot stomp of those that want the resources you have while claiming it is all for the good of God.
Times are tough all over and the earlier parts of our own evolution have a unique stench to them. For hairy critters(us) to thrive, its gonna take a change of events that could only be brought on by a bit of cosmic chance.