Have you noticed life is actually meaningless or pointless? It doesn't matter if the species is perpetuated or not. For what? Nothing really means anything. The only things that keep us going is a ploy of nature of survival and seeking answers of when, how, what, who, where and why which is just a dangling carrot. Even with answers there are further questions. We fill the rest of the time with things we make up to occupy us. Even with answers, nothing really changes. Take evolution, its just for survival. We've beaten competitors to reach the top of the food chain but we're still chained by our nature. How the heck is a bunch of homo sapiens taking selfies all day better or worth more than an amoeba? Its a joke and circular. All that a more developed forebrain does is assist in better manipulation and cunning for survival. It doesn't make us more moral, sane, nicer, righteous etc. Actually, it just amplifies the worst qualities of base instincts even worse with the 'creative' abilities able to pervert further. What higher purpose? What higher meaning? That would only be possible if we could literally separate or make a leap from our roots and truly not one iota of that has happened no matter the appearance. Even our pathetic, blind ego thinks we are lucky or better to have vanquished literally other tribes out of the gene pool when, in fact, you can only use, dominate or enslave those who exist. Yeah, that would be you and me. Duh. We think we are so fortunate that the dead can tell no tales, so to speak. Yet all the work falls on the living while still alone and trying to figure out our behind from a hole in the wall. We don't know what we are, where we are (truly), what we're really doing or why or what our goals are. We're fumbling around blindly wondering just the same. I would think if one were to devise a prank or sentence where you could use the aspect of survival against itself. Well, it would be this. Not only would this programming coerce it to act in accordance while convincing it that is what it wants or is. There are clues that we are not in control and definitely more like a host or pawn of its own parasitic driving agenda but this delusion goes on. These little clues show in extreme cases of self-destructive tendencies such as an addict who is strongly propelled to an action against its own well-being, that it literally becomes a visceral conscious conflict. But just because this is usually in 'unison', doesn't mean 'you', what you think you are, want or driven toward is of your making or necessarily for your ultimate good. Or so you hope or think. Heh heh. There is a huge price to survival. Its precarious; we are literally in the dark as to literally everything fundamental (how, what, why) and even may be ultimately striving toward futility. Its just a ride or literally programmed to be taken for a ride.