Wandering.

Slipping endlessly towards the void of death.

It’s all we can do, but the one thing we cannot bear.

To walk towards death. We do it tirelessly, but not for that goal.

We imagine we can change the world. At the very least we imagine we can change ourselves. We imagine we can benefit our children. This leads to all the good the world has known.

But we can do nothing. The flow of time is inexorable to us. It always shall be. To fight it is futile. In the end we end up in the same boat.

A pile of dead Humans.

You delude yourself everyday. To think this world matters. Whether it be in the name of a God who cares for you, or in the name of a concept of futility you cannot grasp.

I cannot grasp it either, or I would be dead now. As would you. Were we to comprehend the ultimate uselessness of our existence we would all kill ourselves instantly. And think how that would solve all the problems of the world! Vegetarians and Republicans would agree! Without Humans, there would be no quests. No war. No thought.

The world would be perfect.

But why should we kill ourselves? In the end, does it matter whether a lode of Humans is destroyed by the collapse of the universe any more than it matters if a herd of antelope is killed before that time?

Nope. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I say that without prejudice for whom you are. It doesn’t matter, it’s all part of the Way of the World. A path that means death. A path that means an ending, neither happy nor sad. Just an ending.



SMR 2004.04.27