From certain viewpoints, we are one big thing.
All of our many purposes subsumed
Into a general purpose, tendency –
A type of fate to which our kind is doomed.

It matters not the packages you choose,
It matters little which route you might take:
For viewed from up above, we all are one,
And all we do seems is for the species’ sake.

In hives made out of hives, we plan our ways,
A part within an all-consuming whole;
Perspective shows that we are but a bit
Within a drama where we’ve one small role —

  But this is idle folly, and not true:
  For it is us who reached this height, and view