The Right to Life | The Fatal Error of the Resource Logic

The Abiotic Hymn: We placed our throne over the silent herds. The sky was choked with the ash of progress. Beasts became gears in a machine they never chose. We named every creature a resource, not a kin. Paths of migration were paved with cold iron. The pulse of the wild was measured only in profit. We stood alone, banishing all breath but our own. The shared earth was divided, fenced, and sold. Now, the only echo left is the silence of the banished.