Lens and pigeon

Maybe we're predesigned to equally hurt ourselves and others - when do we stop? Realizing right from wrong never prevented man to STOP the - and increase the +.
What now? What can I, Bear, do?

"It's death who from the mirror my image sends
in turn gold, a child, ash.
I'm nothing but a dusty lens
through which time gazes with a laugh."
Mircea Dinescu - Lens