Happy Easter!
Modern life is a bit lame, really, when you think about it.
We're meant to roam the forests and fields, stabbing things and eating them; when we're not hunting or sleeping, nature intended for us to be punching each other for the right to mate with our womenfolk and propagate the most awesome DNA around.
Instead, the majority of the world now sits in chairs in large concrete boxes, pushing bits of paper around and tapping away on little bits of plastic, making silly lights dance around on a glass box. Hunting consists of staggering out of the nearest door into small metal boxes which take you to another concrete box, where you hand over a small piece of plastic to swap meaningless numbers for stale poor-quality mass-produced processed food, which we take back to our desks and stuff into our mouths.
The evolutionary battle for genetic superiority is reduced to online dating. Survival of the fittest no longer applies - these days anyone can find someone suitably inappropriate to procreate with. Regardless of the quality of our genes, we multiply unchecked; taming, consuming, or destroying everything in our path.
Instead of rising with the sun and retiring with the darkness, we come up with increasingly elaborate ways to extend our waking hours in an attempt to out-do each other in our futile efforts to collect longer numbers on bits of paper than the people around us, so that we can buy bigger concrete boxes and more plastic trinkets to show everyone how awesome we are.
We organise ourselves into groups who try to out-do each other by seeing who can come up with the most convoluted and absurd explanation for how we came to be and how we ended up in this state, and we then go around coming up with increasingly imaginative and disturbing ways to kill those who disagree with us.
And if we ever manage to collect enough numbers and bits of paper that we can at last take the time to look out of the window to enjoy our fleeting experience of conciousness, the miracle of modern medicine fails us, and we act all surprised when our weak corpulent bodies start to fail. And then we die, leaving nothing of worth.
All in all, I wish I'd been born a cat.
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I like pie
The expansion of the universe is gradually slowing down, it will eventually collapse inwardly on itself when, according to the laws of entropy, all of its primary thermal and mechanical functions fail, thus rendering all human endevour *ultimately pointless.*
That's assuming humanity hasn't already blown itself up by then...
A most thought-invoking opinion piece, but onions are still bitter, and syrup is still sweet.
My wife is half-Turkish.
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