I would say the same to you.

Its is not God's role to punish the sinners for their actions, He creates, we maintain, you made your choices, it is my Duty, the duty of my brothers to hunt you.

Eventually you shall reap what you have sown not matter how many pretty, meaningless words you try to shield yourself with.

... from the civilzations that provide the infrastructure and technical expertise that sustain your existence.

No one stands alone, miserable fool.

Ah. Make that "miserable fool with a high opinion of the contents of his head."

An ideal is not some perfect form existing in some world reserved for shining beings of light. An ideal is an idea with pretensions, a product of human minds-- frequently human minds engaged in flights of fancy that take them deep into realms of abstraction and away from the concrete. We're ever so good at talking ourselves into all sorts of nonsense.

The anarchist, the sort of creature you seem to be, is a particularly short-sighted breed. Humans are hierarchical by nature. Anarchy collapses into some of the nastiest forms of hierarchy the way a supersaturated solution grows crystals: you might be able to keep it liquid in a test tube, but in the wild? Not likely.

That would seem to make you a careless romantic chasing a ideological phantasm without regard for your own wellbeing or that of your fellow sapients.

It takes a certain kind of courage to look reality in the eye and take it for what it is, soldier. I've never met an anarchist who had it.

Or woman, in this case.

Don't talk of foolishness like it's some kind of rare and special condition, soldier. Most people are fools. I might aspire to wisdom, but I can't claim to have achieved it-- I'm just clever. A clever fool. Also probably a little arrogant, which is a problem.

You just happen to be flapping your foolishness in the breeze at the moment for the rest of us to smell.

Chaos is also an idea, though one that exists closer to reality than an "ideal" does-- it's an idea that's usually used to describe how things are, have been, or might become, rather than how they "should be." Reality can be described in terms of chaos, or in terms of ordered systems. Ideally, you need both: order tends to collapse into and spontaneously emerge from chaos. Order is to some extent always unstable, always an illusion-- but so is chaos, which contains its underlying orders and tends to collapse back into predictability.

Either can be unpleasant to live through. This is beside the point, though.

Reality is reality. There's no denying it; it has this way of insisting on being itself, whatever else you may wish it were. It doesn't need our help to be what it is, however chaotic or orderly that may be. If you insist on being an anti-civilizing force ... the stars aren't going to care. Chaos won't applaud your good work. Chaos has no reason to notice. It doesn't require reason, and there's no sign that it "notices" things-- it simply is.

The only things that care will be you and your fellow sapients. That is, the creatures you're hurting as you try to help out something that never, ever needs help.