Universe Without Humans

I know this is hard for you to wrap your head around.  Afterall, what do you see with your eyes and hear with your ears, or smell with your nose?  All you see, hear, smell…is humanity.

To be blunt, humanity makes me sick.  I am bored with us, what we do, what we say, what we value, what we create, and most importantly, what we focus on, which is ourselves.

What a complete waste of potential to participate in the infinate whole.  Of course participation in the great unknown would require a fundamental understanding that we are but a product of infinity, a grain of sand on a beach continously ruled by the whims of the mighty pacific and beyond.

Imagine the world without us.  Is it better off?  Is it more environmetally friendly?  Is it more beautiful, diverse, and wholesome?



Just another link in the chain we choose to shackel around our neck in the blind hope to free ourselves of our own bondage.  Clinton was merely an alternative link.  Neither matters.  We enslaved ourselves the moment we bought into the idea a piece of paper or a coin represents a means to trade equal value.  The president of the United States is merely that of a care taker.  The nation, like all others, as measured by paper value, is dead.


Don’t be humble for the wrong reasons, look up at the sun and clouds or the stars on a clear night.  Look and listen to the birds flying effortless in the wind.  Feel and listen to the wind in the trees.  Watch the sunlight glistening on the mighty Pacific.


I often sit on the roof top deck of my apartment and attempt to communicate with Seagulls on the ledge.  They make noises and I attempt to repeat. Eventually I give up and talk to them in my own words.  I tell them they are a beautiful species perfectly adapted to the sea and land.  Their colors say it all. They resemble the colors of the northwest surf crashing ashore in gray and white as well as the usual winter sky.  Their beaks are yellow like the sun and the feet made to walk, swim, or kill. Their wings and feathers made to soar in the winds and plunge into the water to take their prey.  Their eyes deep and black like the debths (human) or depths (other than human) of the universe. Their social groups developed to perpetuate the young and secure their survival.  They sense the weather….they will sense the looming disaster…human and or natural.  If I had to make a bet…what species is more equipped or noble to carry on after a catastrophic event, human made or natural, I would put my money and heart down on the Seagull.