It’s very hard for me to stop being angry there is so much ‘wrong’ in the world, even though I understand why it happens, why it has happened for all history. Humans are lazy, we dawdle, and we hate work. That hatred is with good reason, as most of the work we do is destructive to our planet and to our psyche. We’re power hungry, self-centered animals (what kind of asshole species still has religion after seeing the nervous system as we have?) with little drive to improve ourselves beyond a faint inkling of “I suppose we ought to, for some reason or another.”
We’re doomed, but not for failure. If I were watching this from on high I would consider it a success of the human race to destroy itself without destroying the rest of the planet, and allow earth to live without us, in a younger less moralized state for a few billion years before being cindered. That way the birds will develop high-level sentience and do it better than us.
Who am I kidding, we’re taking this whole fucking house down with us.
Let it burn, baby, and I’ll watch the fires with you in my imperfect arms.