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It's always been so and it always will be. I just happen to hate this world that I live in. What for? Who cares! There are too many reasons anyway. In my fantasies I live somewhere quiter, nicer, subtler, with a little less rush, and a little more peace. I fancy a world with a little less fighting, and little more tolerance. Little less paranoia, and just a bit more of optimism. It'd be nice to live a world with a little less commercialisation, and a little more co-operation. Only if I lived in a place with a little less fear, and just a bit more of friendliness. ------ I read somewhere that our planet is friendly to life. Teeming with factors that support life in so many forms. That's what the bio-cosm theory purports -- that the planet was created to be hospitable to life. Ironic, isn't it? I think so. Because life seems to be in a constant conflict with everything else, with nature, and with life itself. Life. the word is beautiful. But the root of all life lies in death. The basis of life is death -- to survive, to live, we must kill. All life depends on other life for survival -- for food. Everyday, every living organism chokes life out of other life-forms so that it can continue living. Life springs from death, and at such a vast magnitude. It's huge, bigger than even my imagination can encompass. Right from the lowly bacterium, to insects, birds, and human beings, we all kill to survive. Nobody is an exception, not even plants: they feed on our carcasses, getting nutrition out of our decaying flesh. We're all predators, each one of us, no matter how kind or sensitive we claim to be. Our kindness ends where our mouths start, and humans are special, because they've learnt not only to kill other life, but nature itself. But why blame humans, any animal would have done that if it had the capability. It's animal nature to be a predator. We just happen to have the right tools to be the ultimate predator. We're in a constant warzone here, each of us fighting against other species. We're lucky, because we are the supreme predators, and so lost we are in the civilization that we've created, that we're ignoring the fact that ultimately we are animals, and like all animals our purpose is to live, breed and die. That's what we're programmed for. We live to breed, and I don't doubt it. We've proved it. Why should we have this urge to pro-create? To increase our number as much as possible. What is this? A leftover instinct from the time when the world was too hostile to us and we needed more numbers to survive? Why's is all life like this? Why does all life want to infinitely keep increasing its numbers? What for? What purpose will it serve? Specially because to do that, it must destroy all other life. What is this big game going on for? I can never hope to comprehend the purpose. Look at this planet and look at the universe. Our planet is just a womb, created to give us a start, we've such a vast and empty playground stretched in front of us. So inviting and tempting -- 'come, explore me.' The universe is huge, and we're not a even dot here, but we're stepping out of the womb and someday our progeny will go where we could not. But what for? To prove to the universe that we exist by colonising it? By utilising our strange urge to explore, to pro-create and to find newer ways of supporting the growing race of man. To infinitely keep growing in numbers and going to any lengths to achieve that. Why put all those millions of tons of flesh in the universe? I don't understand anything, and it bothers me like hell to exist without answers. You know something, compulsive worriers shouldn't be given any idle time. They can drive themselves mad thinking of thoughts like these. Post a comment in response: |
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