are we makers or breakers?

lucid, i gaze upon the workings of a world so thoroughly dissolved within its own way that all else lies expected to cower. but this ascension of conscious is dishonest; there is no coming to terms with the corrupted fabrics that intertwine these impossible convolutions that suspend us. does the fly understand the web to which it is stuck? to which its fate has become subsumed? there is infinitely that which lingers beyond our grasp, our greatest failing comes from mistaken notions of control. yet in some ways is this inevitable? the ego erects steep walls to protect itself from harm, it convinces us that no, this is a story in which we are the protagonists. this empowers our existence with suggestions of glory and grandeur, while simultaneously infusing a dangerous arrogance that suggests we may have some input into fictitious grasps at grand design. to tread this balance is fundamentally human, but never before has it accumulated so much control. the natural universe is not reconciliatory, it does not negotiate, it does not compromise. when we forcibly implement the wills of our synthetic narratives, we cannot coerce cooperation. built ever higher, the walls of our ego cannot contend with the ever-rising tides of consequence, and an inevitable flood will be the only force that can extinguish the uniquely reckless flame wrought by our rampant exceptionalism.