Yes. There is no mystery that I don't have any appreciation for my life. Saying that to people comes like a shocking revelation. My sort of resentment against my species is increasing every single day.
We blew it. We, us. We fucked it up. I don't believe in the gods but right now I'm willing to take a leap of faith and believe there is a divine salvation.
We have it all. All, I tell ya. Why the fuck did we go our way down the trees? Why.
I am what you may call a pessimist (in phisosophical terms). I am. And I can only forsee terrible scenarios. My concern is not us, the adults, is the the young ones. They might believe in hell sooner. Hell on Earth. Jeez.
Maybe there are aliens watching us and one of them will reach us out.
Or maybe this is it. This pale blue dot (is it still blue?) will be no mo'…
Dogdamnit. I did want to travel to other planets. Go to the unknown. And now all I will see is the terrors of a species consuming itself.
Or maybe 7 billion human beings will come with a solution… maybe we will be come a super organism and conquer the galaxy once it for all.
Humanity's a plague. We're a disgusting, narcissistic, selfish parasite, and the world would be a better place without us. Tony