Maybe if I type ferociously enough, and spill out enough words, it'll come back. It was prose, I think. I'm full of that crap.
Oh no... I remember...
I was thinking about how in the grand scheme of things, humans are merely space dust and therefore, nothing really matters at all. This thought occupies my brain a whole lot. Like where other people would get upset. I get upset about stupid things instead. Like running out of soy milk. I have a nearly paralyzing fear of running out of food. Anyway, I have strayed from the purpose of my post...
The world is ending? Really? Well, mankind is but a parasitic plague on the entire planet anyway. I'd say the universe, but we are much too small to have that big an effect. What have we really done anyway? Dumped a lot of space garbage out into the solar system, sure... But the universe doesn't care. It's one huge machine full of garbage disposals (black holes). I'm not fully convinced that there isn't something really really cool inside of black holes, nor am I condoning dumping garbage into space. Why do humans feel the need to crap all over everything, anyway? What the hell is our problem??
Space dust. The more people realize this concept, the better off society will be. Imagine, if you will, a world where people realized that the little things just don't matter. I'm not saying we should all live in perfect apathy, then even more people would probably be starving to death and or dying of completely curable illnesses... Just that the mentality that if it won't matter when you're 90, it shouldn't matter today is a worthwhile one to spread around. Let's spread this thought around like a $2 whore, shall we? Who's with me?
Probably nobody. Everybody's too busy chasing money, wasting their limited time on Earth not smelling the roses, acting like assholes for no real reason other than to "get ahead", etc.
I'm tired of typing now.
Oh no... I remember...
I was thinking about how in the grand scheme of things, humans are merely space dust and therefore, nothing really matters at all. This thought occupies my brain a whole lot. Like where other people would get upset. I get upset about stupid things instead. Like running out of soy milk. I have a nearly paralyzing fear of running out of food. Anyway, I have strayed from the purpose of my post...
The world is ending? Really? Well, mankind is but a parasitic plague on the entire planet anyway. I'd say the universe, but we are much too small to have that big an effect. What have we really done anyway? Dumped a lot of space garbage out into the solar system, sure... But the universe doesn't care. It's one huge machine full of garbage disposals (black holes). I'm not fully convinced that there isn't something really really cool inside of black holes, nor am I condoning dumping garbage into space. Why do humans feel the need to crap all over everything, anyway? What the hell is our problem??
Space dust. The more people realize this concept, the better off society will be. Imagine, if you will, a world where people realized that the little things just don't matter. I'm not saying we should all live in perfect apathy, then even more people would probably be starving to death and or dying of completely curable illnesses... Just that the mentality that if it won't matter when you're 90, it shouldn't matter today is a worthwhile one to spread around. Let's spread this thought around like a $2 whore, shall we? Who's with me?
Probably nobody. Everybody's too busy chasing money, wasting their limited time on Earth not smelling the roses, acting like assholes for no real reason other than to "get ahead", etc.
I'm tired of typing now.
