We are special. We build and curate collaborate, memetic realities outside of nature. We impose a lazy shadow of that on actual nature and carve out bubbles where we get to ignore it. Sure beavers build damns, bugs build hives, and elephants keep graveyards, but we're the only ones that get to divorce ourselves from most things excepting birth and death.

Wearing a burlap sack and dying stoically in the wilderness or hiding in your homestead hoping to be the last little nihilistic candle in the dark is still exceptional. Even being a fucking psychopath who excels by devouring the fruits of other people's lives is special.