The humans are flawed.
They do great harm in groups, are easily swayed, and seek to belong to something, even if that something is horrible.
Still, I side with them, and always will. Not because of the terrible things they can do but because of the rare exceptions that cast thin beams of light into the darkness, illuminating floating flecks of golden dust and reminding us that there is good out there.
Foolish though it may be, I side with the possibility of redemption; with the hope that we can and will do better. I never want to be able to say, “I was right” about something as devastating as the absence of love and the squandering of potential.
I will burn to death, quietly, still hoping we turn this shit around.