On Pondering the loss of the Predator

Somewhere along the way, we have lost sight of our predatory nature.  We have disillusioned ourselves into believing that our survival is not dependent on death.  It is not a bad thing to be predatory, but rather a loss at losing sight of that nature.  We no longer see death, just food.  A chicken breast is the same as an apple... we grew it and it comes to the store.  But perhaps we needed that nature, that recognition of survival through a cycle of renewal.  In the process of conquering our egos, we have absolved ourselves of the taint of death, and in that regard, no longer have a respect for it.  We have distanced ourselves to visualize things as a number.  It is out of sight, out of mind, out of context.  We speak of animals as inventory, but the fact remains that death is the outcome.  Yet, when we apply that number to ourselves, we are once again using this system of disassociation with death.  Protecting ourselves from its knowledge through a carefully nurtured series of filters.  We see ourselves as better then the collective past.  Barbaric or uncivilized could be used for a time when we hunted, but it is we who have mastered the slaughter.  We have become so advanced, we have killed death, and in its stead slaved our prey to a monstrous fate...that of no longer existing.  By no means am I declaring this world to drop its ax in favor of a peace filled paradise of greener origins.  Nature will continue its own cycle of life and death without us.  As the original creator of death, it has long ago accepted this truth.  Rather, imagine a world where we allowed ourselves the knowledge of our actions.  It is not just about predator and prey but on the disconnect we have garnished in favor of cleaner hands.  We no longer seek gratitude because we have devalued so much.  We no longer seek forgiveness because we have forgotten how to understand.  We no longer seek each other because we have forgotten what it's like to share.  We no longer seek to better ourselves because we have forgotten what it is like to be weak.  In a world where mankind has forgotten what it means to survive, we find ourselves shackled to a fate worse then death.  The ultimate ego.  Existance, for the sake of itself.  It is one thing to cry into the darkness the wish to live...it is another to demand it should not die.