Not all things must be balanced. When good is weighted against evil, tip the scale.

I walk in the garden without fear,
As stars swirl across the sky
And I stand amongst the tall lilies
Who lift their faces to the passing eons.
Here I will do no harm
And no harm will come to me
For at last my long journey is over
And I am at home.

Byron: We barely even scavenge anymore.
Alcatraz: You call it stagnation, I call it balance.
Byron: And I call you an idiot.

Babies are ugly. Admit it, we all know it, they look like tiny old people covered in mucus. They have soft heads! And they grow into children, tiny sociopaths with underdeveloped brains. And then they become teenagers, pimply self-righteous lunatics driven by hormones.
And then, slowly, if you're lucky, they gradually become adults.

Collective action can change the world when it's deliberate and based in reason, but it can also become a mental trap, or a societal pressure valve.