From that even moi can grok to fullness {well: -->further} ..the degree to which The-God-Mammon, via Capitalismo-infection..everywhen: has morphed Homo-Sap into such a miserable, festering Soul-less f'ing-Species (to End All local species? in all probability).

Is it any Wonder? that, over jillions of (our) centuries within an infinite [but unbounded!] Cosmos: no other sentient species has wanted to shake-hands-with such a Bunch?
Wager: that each of these unknown-auditioners live under a Master-prohibition /penalty of death: for even saying, H-E-L-L-O.

aka: We shape-up or.. ship-out.
;^>