You humans describe yourselves as the most intelligent form of life on this planet,
but are also the only species
to massively disturb the balance of everything.
Earth must devote a great deal of energy
to correct this imbalance again.
Therefore I have come to thought
whether it's really the intelligence,
which decides whether a life is worth living or not.
Intelligence, as you define it, has no true meaning in the cosmic sense.
The true value of a living being,
no matter how intelligent, large or congeneric it is,
you'll recognise at the moment of deep eye contact.
Something happens that cannot be understood with intelligence.
In this moment, the mind cannot comprehend what is happening.
You understand that the being,
which is standing before you, is simply there,
and that its presence is justification enough
for it to be allowed to exist.