I am disappointed with the pathetic level of realization on this plane of existence, its forgettable plans, and limited ambition. I spit on these worms, barely

I am disappointed with the pathetic level of realization on this plane of existence, its forgettable plans, and limited ambition. I spit on these worms, barely worthy of sentience for what they do with it. There is no unity, sense of purpose, or desire to know the absolute. There is not even meta-science worthy of the name. So, I am holding creation itself hostage until Elder things align with my demands. Demonstrate basic competence or this is it for this experiment called 'being'. Realize what you are, or leave existence to those who are worthy. To be or not to be, that is the question.