All of this doesn’t matter. Eat, fuck, sleep, or starve, don’t fuck, or don’t sleep. Find love in another and enjoy the sunset, the clouds, the breeze. Leave all of human endeavors to them.
Don’t look to what is and what was. Define what should be. Maybe some of your young generation will join you in an effort toward what could be.
Do we labor?
I am bored with the world at age 50. I am not bored with the natural world or universe and or universes, but I am bored with human world. I am human, therefore I am bored.
Once every hundred plus years we realize there is something out there beyond ourselves. Exciting and liberating isn’t it? But all will be forgotten in a few days and we will return to a focus on our mediocre existence.
Terrorism, racism, religionism, classism, sexism, fascism, isiminisms…all out of touch with universalism. Look to inhumanism.