The world remains as it always was, cancerous growths notwithstanding. And the Earth will shake off its human tumor just as it’s shaken off every other problem it has encountered.
The human species was the first to fill a wide niche, like the first amphibious reptiles that were able to crawl up on land. If life on this planet survives us (as is likely though not certain, given the possibility of permanent damage from nuclear bombs), I think intelligent life will sprout out of other animal groups as it did primates (scale of millions of years).
The world has enough lawyers, I can’t be a lawyer.
Plato told an allegory of the ship, whereon all of the crew except one tried their best to become captain, fighting and intriguing among themselves, while one studied navigation, currents, the seasons, the stars, and everything else one would need to know to captain a ship correctly. He’d be the most capable captain but also the least likely to become the captain.
Nobody knows anything, we can only guess. The more somebody claims to know, the more skeptical one should be.
The world is so much more free than the structures we’ve erected to deal with it. People are free, too. People are unique and express themselves in unique ways. That is, under ideal conditions. Most people I meet imitate actors and pursue distractions continuously, assuring that they never know anything about themselves. The ultimate result is a very boring individual, though among themselves I’m sure they seem very interesting and fun.
Writing is boring too, I only do it because I’m good at it. I just want to play sports all the time. Sublimation to conflict and warfare, natural response to neutered world.
This world is a bullshitter’s world, and I decided I’m happy it’s ending.
All is well. Take mushrooms, see the reality underneath the appearances, understand beauty, know how limited a mortal experience is compared to all existence. A drop of water in an ocean. A speck of dust in infinity. We are not separate from that infinity.
