There is a time and a place for all things.
For creation.
For destruction.
For faith
And sometimes for simply watching it all. Seeing everything go up in smoke and be carried on the winds of change. To be brought to new fields for new things to blossom, or remain barren.
Not everything must be stopped, nor does everything need to be started.
This is the nature of all things.
But,
It isn't human.
Humans are the only creatures that are known to grow, to learn past their mistakes in such a short time. To build and destroy in their own time. Recording their history in the books, the stone, even the landscape for generations to see.
The wolf may learn of new hunting grounds, but its tactics remain the same. It remains unchanged against the forces of man and is pushed from its forests for the lumber they hold. The fish may find its river blocked, and be left to die. This is so man can make the dams and the fountains they so love for power and beauty.
There is no greater force in nature, then humanity's ability to choose.
So they choose.
They choose who lives and who dies.
What grows and what decays.
What their children learn, and what they teach.
There is however one thing humans cannot control, cannot learn to completely overcome, nor fully destroy.
Fear.
It always remains.
Nestled into the hearts of every man, woman, and child.
It's the infection that worms its way into the deepest corners of one's being. Hooking its claws and tentacles into the most pure souls, corrupting and changing saints into devils.
We cut it.
Burn it.
Claw at it.
Even face it head on.
But fear remains all the same.
Nothing truly ever overcomes our fears.
So we ignore it, push it to the side, let it fade into the shadows of our existence where it sits and waits for its moment to strike out. To turn us against friends, family, and loved ones.
We are very foolish.
This is how we were made.
This is just humanity.
And our fate.
Our destiny.
Is rather Grimm.