On thinking of my sojourn on this planet, I cannot help but examine my presence's objective. 

The very fact that I live or have lived on this planet for as many years as  I have underscores the truth that my origin lies beyond time as we know it. 

It is not difficult to determine my unique and repetitive timeline that has been sustained throughout the ages. By strictly observing my matriline lineage or sequence of mothers throughout the ages, it would be possible to delve back as far as records might allow and even further. All mothers must have had mothers. 

We are of common origin; the composition of all living matter on this planet shares a similar chemical configuration. Life must have been fierce and competitive, only enduring when opportunistic circumstances prevailed. 

I am nevertheless an inseparable part of the intended purpose of life on this planet and the anticipated evolution of living organisms. Without a doubt, my progenitor's initial inhabitance was within some sanctified primaeval pond, possibly around  4.5 billion years ago.

Despite all that has gone by, life on this planet has seldom been so fragile. It has been said that if you are not living on the edge, you are wasting space. That, however, may well be the best location. Within is an insecure and crumbling basilica, once a proud symbol of human achievement. Its plinth declaring accomplishment stands proudly. There is a limit to pedestal growth.

The biblical account of the Tower of Babel tells it all. It teaches readers essential lessons about unity and the sin of pride, how divinity intervenes with a divisive hand in human affairs. 

Our insatiable pursuit of status, wealth and profits is a delusion leading us nowhere and to oblivion.