>>51898004>no answerGotcha. Furfaggot tree-huggers have no reply to the existence of the soul. Try and deny it all you want, but you can't look a dog in the eyes and see the same thing that sits behind a human being's gaze.
Do you understand? There's something special to us, an inexplicable beauty that allures to the divine, to something unfathomably vast and precious. Ours is this earth to inherit, and ours is every miserable, unholy critter that crawls it. WE are the keepers, the MASTERS of this planet.
By virtue of our existence alone, we're superior. We're justified and entitled to the capture, slaughter, and destruction, of any animal or obstruction we PLEASE. They're little more than tools, like every other resource at our disposal, for use in our sacrosanct path towards Glory.
The STARS themselves will be within our grasp one day, and in the future the universe itself shall bend the knee towards our children. Only THEN will we have realized our destiny—do you understand? There is no room for mercy in this race for conquest. Should we happen to discover intelligent life in distant galaxies, we will enslave it or destroy it, In the name of our species.
Only ONE can sit on the throne above it all, only ONE can attain the apex every being instinctively strives for.
We are GOD, the DIVINE themselves, and you who would renounce our divinity are no better than a DOG, filth.
