Elements are the things that govern our lives. They are necessities. They are the very essences of this planet. Our planet. As Mudmen, we abuse them to the extent that we have either inflicted ever-lasting damage upon them or they turn against us and we are the ones that must flee their wrath. There are those who simply do not care for them and left neglected, they become destructive.
They are constantly in our lives, in our very beings and they can just as easily wipe us out. But to go without any one of the elements, we find ourselves in mortal peril.
They are a means of life. A means of death. But it is such a fine and fragile line that it is easy to break, step over and forget it ever existed. Because Mudmen are selfish.