Somewhere out there in Universeland there is a planet exactly like Earth, orbiting a Sun just like ours. This planet even has one big moon just as we do. But we are not there, nor is there any intelligent life there. Some accident happened and whatever creatures were supposed to become sentient and intelligent were all killed off. So this place belongs to the bacteria and the plants and the animals, but no consciousness such as we have.
It is now required by our current notions to say that if humans or something like them came to this planet, its environment, creatures, and ecosystems would be destroyed by their greed and destructive invasion. We can do nothing but destroy our planet, any other planet, and ourselves. I am also required by my intelligence to deny that this destruction is due to Original Sin. I mustn't believe in such barbaric stuff. I must eke out the rest of my pitiful life knowing that things are only going to get worse for me and for our doomed civilization. But I will still try to draw human figures no matter what, at least until the lights go out.
Picture from a previous millennium. Title: "A Home Away from Home." Acrylic on illustration board, 7" x 10", January 1998.