"All that Rises Must Converge", says Teilhard de Chardin. But we seem to be choosing collapse, rather than rising. Perhaps that's because of our arrogance in thinking that we are above, and separate from, all other species.
In 1968, the band Jefferson Airplane released a song* (and album) entitled Crown of Creation. The lyrics call out that arrogance. The lyrics were inspired in part by John Wyndham's novel The Chrysalids (also published as "Re-Birth").
*YouTube inserts an annoying ad before the song starts playing. But it's easy to skip the ad.
You are the crown of creation.
You are the crown of creation,
And you've got no place to go.
Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for,
In the only way that it's granted:
In a place among the fossils of our time.
In loyalty to their kind
They cannot tolerate our minds.
In loyalty to our kind
We cannot tolerate their obstruction!
Life is change.
How it differs from the rocks.
I've seen their ways too often for my liking.
New worlds to gain.
My life is to survive and be alive