It's a rainy day on the rural highways of nowhere, Arkansas, and the biggest thing I can see in the distance is a water tower, smaller than a thimble at arm's length.
In reality, one bad tornado has the capability of destroying everything and everyone that water tower tends to. If there were no paved roadways around here, that kind of tragedy could go unnoticed for awhile. Mother Nature wouldn't phone the families; she never really intended to be a mother in the first place. Her children were the ones that called themselves children and put a meaning to the concept of love and family. Grandmother Earth cares even less; she'll be here no matter what her daughter destroys or what her descendants pollute the air with. If anything, she's given up on them for being suicidal. They're just killing themselves at this point. Let them.
So maybe there's no meaning to life. Maybe whatever we do only works toward creating something we can be proud of, to impress ourselves with what we've managed to make out of nothing. The universe didn't start with biology, and biology won't be its end.
The world didn't start with you in it, and you won't be its demise.
Make your uselessness worth it.
2 comments:
Sarah you're wrong. Once the majority of humanity has been overtaken by the zombie virus the last remaining humans will unleash a nuclear storm of obscene proportions. Cracking the layers of the earth down to it's core, this nuclear typhoon will cause the planet to shear in two, disrupting the fragile eco systems in existence. This will lead to everything, and I mean everything dying and to the eventual collision of the halves of the earth into the sun making it burn out eons before it's supposed to. In short humans will be the end of Earth as well as the whole galaxy.
Well damn, Jerome. I stand corrected.
Although, I don't think we could manage the galaxy yet. Maybe just our solar system for now if we really wanted to, minus the sun.
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