If one were to listen to the news lately, one could be forgiven for thinking that the end is nigh. Between political strife, natural disasters, the fact that a man with the name Carrot Top has his own Las Vegas show…. And that’s just what’s going on in my native country. It’s repeated all over the world. It is enough to think that we are facing the end.
Are we? Probably.
Most religions and ancient mythologies have stories about the destruction of everything and everyone. Often, there is a rebirth or ascension of those who are saved…but sometimes, we are just left with the cold sterile void.
I am not sure why humanity is so absorbed with “The End.” I think it is simply in our blood. One of the counters to the Fermi Paradox is that it is the nature of intelligent life to destroy itself. That idea manifests in literature and in our culture in general; it is pretty much the staple behind apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction.
I’ve talked about this before but it does make me stop and think–and recent events have me thinking about it more often. Why do we do this to ourselves? I guess some answers are not meant to be known.
In the meantime, it sometimes seems silly to deny myself that extra bite of ice cream or have more than a passing annoyance with the granddaughter’s non-stop mouth. Life indeed is too short. And probably shorter than we dared hope.
(Muse: That is some serious dark matter today, man.)
Yeah, sue me. I’ll have something more relevant and fun next time.