I don’t know of any other animal species that fancies itself having been given a divine mission–granted an exclusive license no less–to “go forth and multiply.”
Homo sapiens unique among living creatures of the earth is (pretty much) rock certain of its God-given right to endless helpings of land and sea, devouring entire species at a gulp with impunity, confident of finding ever more mountains to gorge on tomorrow.
An overflowing planet and infinity of outer space there for our taking, we humans possess titanic powers promising eventual control over such bothersome limitations as mortality . . . .
Hubristic–what’s that all about? “Know your limits,” warns the oracle–? What’s this squeeze on the human race all of a sudden? What deflating gibberish is out to cut us down to size? Why’s that cat giving me that Cheshire smile?