Rational Depression

I think I know why I feel the way I do, about life & living. Life is a series of 'goodbye' after 'goodbye's. That is because they don't value what's really important in life. Money is everything in the west, & that is (just) a fatal flaw with capitalism , & the ultimate reason why all of them will, nay, must fail, & fail horribly. This 'life' is a prison, death being the only guaranteed path to freedom from this poisoned thinking, & the powers that be have their heads so far up their asses, that they think they are right & everyone else is wrong, while social activities utterly destroy the planet & all futures for everything on earth. Humans are a story of a now failed species. It is possible, in our lifetime, that intergalactic-aliens have been, & are visiting earth. I'd like them to explain that, they MADE US, OUR SPECIES, to win a bar bet. That's the reason we exist, for no reason other than to win a stupid bet. And they are entertained, amused, shocked, appalled, horrified, & transfixed on our clownish antics, which to them is nothing more than a deposition of abusive apes in an ant farm on steroids. I hope they realise that humans are NOT going to survive if left to their own devices. Insanity has flourished in our human societies & we are basically all of us so paranoid that we'll rather have everyone die, lest someone derive an advantage or get the drop on someone else. Superior hunters (or hunting methodology) will dominate, until they realise hunting is cheating slow deliberate evolution, & ends in a self-terminating knot. Think about it, hunters are nothing without prey, & without prey, there are no hunters. We need to stop being parasites, taxing, damaging & ultimately destroying our earth & everything. Humans are the disease, I hope the aliens 👽 have an answer that doesn't involve wiping us out, but who could blame them for wiping humans out as a noxious & destructive weed species.