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It’s the end of the world as we know it…

March 19, 2014

So, what am I supposed to do now, after NASA announces that society as we know it, won’t survive the century?

That climate change, rampant consumption, population growth, and disappearing fresh water supplies means that most of the planet, within the next couple of decades, will face some version of a mass die-off.

I sit here by the window and watch the people go home after another day of work. A Tuesday’s day of work. To make dinners, bath the kids, watch some TV.

They look and sound and act the same as they did yesterday. What am I supposed to do?

Do I crawl out on my window ledge and call down to them like John the Prophet? Do I recite the Book of Revelation to them? Do I read them this NASA doomsday report?

What am I supposed to do?

Our politicians seem to be feasting on the last days of the Lord, sucking the system dry while they still can. Acting as if their own nihilism somehow makes them happy. And that we should all rejoice in the drinking from the slaughter.

The orthodox everywhere are flagellating themselves and speaking in tongues as they dance around the fires of end-times and the coming rapture.

What is this defect we have for rejoicing in our self-destruction?

Nietzsche wrote of how we love pain, and punishment, and the wild man within. That we were but beasts held in check by ‘resentiment’.

Only in the dark do the shadow people emerge to feast on the death and destruction. They are the modern-day plague – the virus of consumption and destruction.

What am I to do?

I watch the little girl walking by with her mother, her little hand up, reaching up, to hold tight against the cold and the strange.

I watch our cat, who watches the birds in the trees, and I think him lucky, for he does not know what NASA knows, he only knows the call of the bird, and the games cats play.

What am I supposed to do?

But as my mother always says, in times of strife and family death and all our small passing tragedies, someone still has to get the supper on, someone still needs to do the laundry.

When there is no meaning in life, there is meaning only in doing the things of living.

What else can we do?

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