3rd version.

The prideful beast and the stark constant, man and nature have been locked in unaware battle since the mortal’s inception. The indifference of nature unsettles the emotional man. Nature’s immortality elicits jealousy in man. Man cannot survive without nature; nature will ultimately thrive once man has crumbled. This troubled saga will have an end, and nature will be the indifferent victor. Man’s demise is inevitable, but does not have to be unpleasant. Man will learn. Nature will forget.

2nd version.

The prideful beast and the stark constant, man and nature have been locked in unaware battle since the mortal’s inception. Nature’s indifference angers shallow man. The immortality of nature elicits jealousy in man. Nature spawned ungrateful man with no intention of passing down nature’s effortless beauty. Ambitious man constantly attempts to morph nature to man’s image. Man cannot survive without nature; nature will ultimately thrive once man has crumbled. This troubled saga will have an end, and nature will be the indifferent victor. Man’s demise is inevitable, but does not have to be unpleasant. Man will learn. Nature will forget.

(I actually did this a while ago, and there are three different versions of it. I'm not sure which one I prefer, so I'll just go ahead and put them all up.)

The prideful beast and the stark constant, man and nature have been entrenched in a battle recognized by none. The indifference of nature unsettles the emotional man. The incessant ambition of man is lost on nature’s focused consciousness. Nature strives only for survival; man yearns for legacy and the beauty of nature. This troubled saga will have an end, and nature will be the apathetic victor. Man’s demise is inevitable, but does not have to be unpleasant. Man will learn. Nature will forget.

Sobriety.

I used to envy those success-types, with the fancy pleasuresuits and all their sex-pills, holding their swelled heads higher than me, briskly teleporting to their next adrenaline fueled money romp. But I’ve learned to suppress fruitless emotions. It’s better to disregard putrid peculiarities than bleed my own brain for the sake of the approval of people that aren’t me. Maybe I’ll be insane from now on, that might be nice. Frolicking between mindless minds, impeding their prescience with a jolt of unpleasant comfort. I hope to exist past my life as an annoying buzz stuck in the cortex of those status-drones, if only as a reminder of the fragility of the human condition. Maybe I will grow half of a beard and the other half of a moustache, spending my days pelting all those who wear clothes with hard-boiled eggs and my nights boiling eggs. I’d complete my life’s only goal with the precision and frequency of a chain-smoker, happier than a stretching housecat. I could paint my body each day without cleansing the previous incarnation, allowing outside stimuli to erode my fleshy façade. That would be nice. But for the moment, the deli-man is calling my number. Tomorrow insanity. Today sandwich.

Ahese

Cinds

Rf

Ooems

San

Te

Iery

Confusing.