Live long and prosper
Have you ever looked up into the night sky at the stars and contemplated the sheer vastness of space? When was the last time that you looked up at the stars and realized that nothing mattered? We work, we play, we laugh, cry, win, lose, build, destroy, make war, make peace, make love, make meals, make houses, make families, make careers. We fool ourselves into thinking that we accomplish something by surrounding ourselves with the things we enjoy when really all it is is self gratification. We work most of our lives in order to be able to enjoy ourselves when we're not working. We gift ourselves with comforts like a soft bed or an extravagant meal, in order to make ourselves feel more fulfilled. We pile our money so that when we're too old to work we have enough to survive off of until we die. If we're lucky or industrious it happens sooner rather than later. The part where we stop working, not the part where we die. But in the end, what does our entire life amount to? We're buried, we're burned, we're shot, we're electrocuted, we're lost, we're hidden, but one thing never changes; we're alone, and we're insignificant.
As a species we tell ourselves that we achieve much, that we are the dominant species on the planet. We pat ourselves on the back and call ourselves the toughest kid on the block while elsewhere there are those of us that suffer unimaginable injustices. Some of us knowingly commit those injustices because only through making someone else feel worse can they make their own meaningless and meandering lives more valuable, at least in their own eyes.
We create our own magic then proceed to explain all the wonder out of it, turn it into a machine where one gear moves another. We apply it to everything around us, we even apply it to ourselves. We apply it for gratification, we apply it for our survival. We apply it to the destruction of something beautiful and call it justice, we apply is to the creation of something foreign and call it world changing. We pollute everything around us, not just with greenhouse gases, but with billboards, superhighways, more industrious hubs whose only purpose are to house the single most deadly and destructive thing to come out of nature; man. We congratulate ourselves every day for our accomplishments when we could spend that time enjoying them. Maybe for some it's that felicitation that underlines the joy. We set ourselves apart from our equals and create a hierarchy all our own, then we curse it when it doesn't carry us as far as we want or need to go.
We waste anything and everything we can. We call it common place and take it for granted. We create, but most of what gets created is only made well enough to last a handful of uses. Sometimes less than that. Disposable dishes, disposable clothes, disposable income, even disposable relationships. The only thing we're ever given that's intended to last a lifetime is our lives. But while we put value in all our material possessions, but can't place a higher value on the immaterial. We say we love our family, our friends, our pets, but when the world is coming to an end the vast majority of us place themselves higher than anything when really we mean nothing, are worth nothing, achieve nothing. Because if tomorrow every single creature that called itself man disappeared from the universe, what would change?
As a species we tell ourselves that we achieve much, that we are the dominant species on the planet. We pat ourselves on the back and call ourselves the toughest kid on the block while elsewhere there are those of us that suffer unimaginable injustices. Some of us knowingly commit those injustices because only through making someone else feel worse can they make their own meaningless and meandering lives more valuable, at least in their own eyes.
We create our own magic then proceed to explain all the wonder out of it, turn it into a machine where one gear moves another. We apply it to everything around us, we even apply it to ourselves. We apply it for gratification, we apply it for our survival. We apply it to the destruction of something beautiful and call it justice, we apply is to the creation of something foreign and call it world changing. We pollute everything around us, not just with greenhouse gases, but with billboards, superhighways, more industrious hubs whose only purpose are to house the single most deadly and destructive thing to come out of nature; man. We congratulate ourselves every day for our accomplishments when we could spend that time enjoying them. Maybe for some it's that felicitation that underlines the joy. We set ourselves apart from our equals and create a hierarchy all our own, then we curse it when it doesn't carry us as far as we want or need to go.
We waste anything and everything we can. We call it common place and take it for granted. We create, but most of what gets created is only made well enough to last a handful of uses. Sometimes less than that. Disposable dishes, disposable clothes, disposable income, even disposable relationships. The only thing we're ever given that's intended to last a lifetime is our lives. But while we put value in all our material possessions, but can't place a higher value on the immaterial. We say we love our family, our friends, our pets, but when the world is coming to an end the vast majority of us place themselves higher than anything when really we mean nothing, are worth nothing, achieve nothing. Because if tomorrow every single creature that called itself man disappeared from the universe, what would change?