My pleasure Turil,
It's probably just the unconditional aspect they're reacting to. When I was a child, I needed love (and much else) unconditionally. Now I judge my worth by what I give in return. You too must feel the same, mature reluctance to take without giving, and shrink from any suggestion of that.
I prefer to appraise your essay as I originally did, as a work of art. When I try to read the text critically, not allowing myself to be carried along by your obvious sincerity and clear prose (you have a talent), then I get stuck on the first page where you reject the premise of the question "how to steer?" You claim there's no need to steer because we're on autopilot. Personally, I have trouble accepting a future that's predetermined or otherwise beyond the grip of practical reason. I feel I'd rather be destroyed by nature than bend willingly to its mindless ways.
So I didn't reach Pascal's triangle on this reading; hopefully I can comment on it later. Instead I thought of what he wrote in Pensées: "Man is only a reed, the frailest thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. To crush him it does not take the whole universe in arms: a breath of wind, a drop of water is enough to kill him. But were the universe to crush him, man would still be nobler than his killer. For he knows that he is dying and that the universe has the better of him. But the universe knows nothing of this."
Pascal was writing in the mid-1600's, long before the modern age. I think our modern fatalism is just an artificial constraint we impose on ourselves, like property-line fences. Here my favourite quote comes from you. "... all kinds of inanimate objects are often allowed free reign in these spaces. You might not be allowed to hang out in your neighbor's back yard, but the bugs, birds, bacteria, and boron are all happily enjoying the space pretty much 24/7." - I like that.
When you have a moment, Turil, I'm asking you here to clarify your 'clear reason' critique. - Mike