forgetting the intermittent threats of the bygone wilds; instead, we believe in the peace of restful moments and ignore the involuntary movements of our bodiesâbreathing, blinking, beatingâand donât look to see the microscopic life that sinks into our pores and hangs on the end of every strand of hair. The invisible is masked by dreams of larger forms and by convincing ourselves of our speciesâ immortality. We dream to survive and sublimate our desires into compulsive acts that we donât even see when they are happening. They pass us by like the mist and ooze of the primordial earth we arose from; we shock ourselves with repetitive actions to simulate the sensation of the chase or of being chased by animals across open fields, the entire time daydreaming of ephemeral things such as love and wealth and beauty.
We have dropped from the trees. We dropped our prehensile tails, stood upright to walk the plains and run through fields. We put our hands to air, fire, and water and the remainder of the material universe to make a simple equation of everything that we once thought of as magic. We laboriously thought through our dilemmas and applied reason; we designed, constructed. We split from the sensual to the divine as our tools grew more complex and evolution spired into paragons of reason. The concept of time became defined relative to the subject and no longer applied to the universe as a constant. Time for a manbecame relative to that of a lion. Time for a lion became relative to that of a beetle. Time for a beetle became relative to that of bacteria. Time for bacteria became relative to that of a quasar. We have come to exist one next to the other, as equals regardless of species or purpose, and all of our complexity that we once thought of as divine has temporarily brought us to crisis. We have become closer to the truth of our ephemerality. We have learned that stars die and collapse, that universes may be numerous, or multiply, that holes spiral through the vacuum of space, that human life is not as precious as it might seem, that it may take on many forms all throughout the galaxies. There is, therefore, nothing particularly special about man and woman, other than that they exist for the time being as an entity equal to that of a dust mite, who perceives a crop of hair as an ocean of immortality which infinite generations will occupy. When all the knowledge is weighed from the data we collect whatâs left is the cruel acknowledgment that we are not immortal and never will be. But yet this is still our greatest desireâto procreate until we perpetuate ourselves throughout infinity.
I will say it bluntly. Before the sun ever ebbs into its final decline, we will have done, we will believe we have conquered, and then we will ultimately fail. For we are too complex. The fact of the matter is that bacteria, being one of the simplest forms of life and the most nefarious infidel, will have destroyed us. They are simple. They carry with them the map of life, from which anything can grow. We, in our human form, therefore, are merely intermediaries,experiments of this life, that for a brief moment in time will allow these pests to carry their mission of survival forward. As I have said, the smaller the creature, the better likelihood of survival, anywhere, anytime. Consider that there are only four thousand species of mammals, whereas in the insect world there are five hundred thousand species of beetles alone! There is no telling what the single celled creatures are capable of. Not to mention the inanimate nature of any single virus, suspended in its state of unnatural perpetuity! It is a nightmare for me to imagine any of these invisible creatures. They are devious little pests who, if not persistently challenged and battled, or simply avoided, will take over on their wits alone.
Thus we are left with a great dilemma: As long as there is life, as long as there is a sun in the sky and a moon above
We have dropped from the trees. We dropped our prehensile tails, stood upright to walk the plains and run through fields. We put our hands to air, fire, and water and the remainder of the material universe to make a simple equation of everything that we once thought of as magic. We laboriously thought through our dilemmas and applied reason; we designed, constructed. We split from the sensual to the divine as our tools grew more complex and evolution spired into paragons of reason. The concept of time became defined relative to the subject and no longer applied to the universe as a constant. Time for a manbecame relative to that of a lion. Time for a lion became relative to that of a beetle. Time for a beetle became relative to that of bacteria. Time for bacteria became relative to that of a quasar. We have come to exist one next to the other, as equals regardless of species or purpose, and all of our complexity that we once thought of as divine has temporarily brought us to crisis. We have become closer to the truth of our ephemerality. We have learned that stars die and collapse, that universes may be numerous, or multiply, that holes spiral through the vacuum of space, that human life is not as precious as it might seem, that it may take on many forms all throughout the galaxies. There is, therefore, nothing particularly special about man and woman, other than that they exist for the time being as an entity equal to that of a dust mite, who perceives a crop of hair as an ocean of immortality which infinite generations will occupy. When all the knowledge is weighed from the data we collect whatâs left is the cruel acknowledgment that we are not immortal and never will be. But yet this is still our greatest desireâto procreate until we perpetuate ourselves throughout infinity.
I will say it bluntly. Before the sun ever ebbs into its final decline, we will have done, we will believe we have conquered, and then we will ultimately fail. For we are too complex. The fact of the matter is that bacteria, being one of the simplest forms of life and the most nefarious infidel, will have destroyed us. They are simple. They carry with them the map of life, from which anything can grow. We, in our human form, therefore, are merely intermediaries,experiments of this life, that for a brief moment in time will allow these pests to carry their mission of survival forward. As I have said, the smaller the creature, the better likelihood of survival, anywhere, anytime. Consider that there are only four thousand species of mammals, whereas in the insect world there are five hundred thousand species of beetles alone! There is no telling what the single celled creatures are capable of. Not to mention the inanimate nature of any single virus, suspended in its state of unnatural perpetuity! It is a nightmare for me to imagine any of these invisible creatures. They are devious little pests who, if not persistently challenged and battled, or simply avoided, will take over on their wits alone.
Thus we are left with a great dilemma: As long as there is life, as long as there is a sun in the sky and a moon above
Similar Books
