Earth doesn't love us. And she doesn't give a shit about us or anything we do. With pathetic fangs and hardly a mockery of claws, the only chance we ever had was either resigning ourselves to be hunted and fall to exposure, or rip iron from the ground and hold it to fire to forge our own claws. So we could in turn hunt down Gaia's favored children and wear their skins for warmth.
And we should be proud of that. Of where we are after being left in the cold.
These are beyond dumb. A more accurate depiction: Picture Earth^^ completely fine and smiling. Then picture one hair sliding forward. There. That's it. That's the entire extent of the effect of humans on the planet. A momentary blip hardly even noticeable by the planet. The planet meanwhile doesn't care a single iota about it's ability to have life, support that life, or what that life might entail. If anything humans comparable to the benign microscopic life that lives on your skin. Not the ones could cause an infection if they get in a wound. Just the ones that live, eat, breed, and die by the billions that we don't even notice because they do nothing to us nor could they even if they tried.
And we should be proud of that. Of where we are after being left in the cold.