i have no worries, no regrets, no angst/fear/hate/trepidation/nothing to cause pain to what’s inside.
however, I also have no hope, no joy, no experiences of peace, no bliss, nothing and none of the wonders of what humans think is so fucking fantastic.
humans are predictable, humans are cruel, humans are full of evil and hate…
So…
if i were to have a worry it would be that humans would, could, or can change into something that i know exists on other worlds, and IF humans ever evolve into something more than shit flinging monkeys, my worry would then be that I was wrong about them… and i am never wrong.