Some brain-scripts for humanity crossed my mind.
What if the most intelligent of our ancestors, realising what mankind was, what we were, and what we will ever be, for wisdom wanders on Earth for so long that only by being what we are we haven't gained much thus far, and haven't produced glorious achievements for mankind as a whole (or a hole), as I was saying, or writing, or typing, what if those ancestors (or ex-contemporaries) of ours realising what I just said, or wrote, or typed, and realising much more beyond my simple grasp, decided not to participate in the works of madnkin and simply committed suicide, even before having children? Thus, what mindkan is is but the leaves (we all will leave it) of one of the worst branches of our common tree. No need to worry more about the future. And that makes me a kindman.
