Universals, Specifics, Alienation, and the active nihilism of facing an ecological catastrophe

Is there anyway? Toss a coin and see Put your faith in the air Put it in gravity Fortune favors the bold Death favors them just the same If I could bet it all I would leave this game And all your wealth Will turn back to dust The universe doesn't care The only truth you can trust Is there any way out? Of the muck and the myre Are too all alone Lost in the fear and desire You don't see all chains A caged bird still sings Story of what came before Teaches us where to begin And all your wealth Will turn back to dust The universe doesn't care The only truth you can trust