This is no brilliant thought. It’s not the Old, or a New Testament. It’s not the Kabbalah. This isn’t intended to rival Muhammad, Christ, or any other religious honcho. Half an episode of the first season of True Detective and I am reminded that this is how I feel every time I read the news
Humanity is a horrible mutation that is by the far the most virulent form of cancer. If we touch it, we use it until it no longer helps us. Then, we destroy it. And move on to the next victim.
The majesty of this world is the time it took to create it. I sincerely wish that I could have seen it 51,000 years ago, right before the birth of homo sapiens.. During the prior four thousand million years, the world had been contentedly living & dying, though five mass-extinctions to become this truly miraculous planet. Its climate and resources enabled an array of life so vast I doubt our minds could comprehend it now.
51,000 years later, the overwhelmingly powerful force of human avarice is ending civilization. When that happens, I expect the few creatures who are still living, will let out a collective sigh of relief.
Therefore, the guiding hope of my life is that a 10-kilometer asteroid strike this planet as soon as possible. If I must pray, I pray that I, and the people I love, are at ground zero on that day. In tandem, I hope that the next human civilization (due in another several thousand million years or so), will be missing this trait:
Consciousness.
In the mean time, this beautiful world is long overdue for a break from humanity.
I refer to this body of thought as the Serenitas Novissime Cataclysmus, the Serenity of the Last Catastrophe.
Out here.
Bittersweet Abattoir 