Thanks for the read. One could think that the answer is to simply stop being a part of it, but then again you're from the genus that outcompeted everyone else in staying alive. Nature is such a shitty joke by design, not sure how one is supposed to look at the hypothetical designer with warmth in their heart.

Fleshy meat sacks on a space rock eating one another alive and shitting them out on a march towards inevitable doom in the form of a (likely) painful and terrifying death is a genius design, no?