I wonder if nature derives any pleasure from repeatedly humiliating the things it creates. Nature wears that smart expression, smirks in that superior way as it clobbers us and everything else that has the temerity to be born, then assembles our constituent parts into new lives and smashes them too. Well, we'll just see who's smirking when our galaxy is sucked into a black hole. Can't wait for that. Who's laughing now, nature? What's the matter, having trouble creating life to play with and destroy as you near the singularity of oblivion? Bitch. Smug bitch.