End of History
Yesterday, I had the strong feeling like I was living at the end of
history. The red sun because of the haze from the fires in California,
the bizarre news stories and contentiousness on the television, the heat
of the day (hotter than it has been), and all of the artificial ways we
use to mitigate the heat with air conditioners, and avoid the conflicts
on television with denial, gave me this odd feeling. I know every
society on earth has believed themselves to be the pinnacle of history
and development, and for a time, they were. The 1100's, 1762, the middle
1830, 1982 - each were the most advanced for their day, and had
difficulty imagining what was the come.
And here we are, living in this science fiction reality, where the earth seems to be burning up with either fire, heat, or anger.
My realization that I cannot prevent any of this societal drifting into trauma is humbling and sobering. My life of insignificance and wasted chances make the same thought utterly laughable.
It really does feel that we're out to sea, the waves are tossing back and forth, land is out of sight, and all we can do is keep floating, sailing, fighting to remain upright as we are tossed back and forth.
And here we are, living in this science fiction reality, where the earth seems to be burning up with either fire, heat, or anger.
My realization that I cannot prevent any of this societal drifting into trauma is humbling and sobering. My life of insignificance and wasted chances make the same thought utterly laughable.
It really does feel that we're out to sea, the waves are tossing back and forth, land is out of sight, and all we can do is keep floating, sailing, fighting to remain upright as we are tossed back and forth.
09 August 2018
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