Thinking of focusing my future posts on anything but the shit that’s coming down for H. sapiens.
Convinced now that we, and all of the higher mammals, are on the way out.
A suicidal reality series.
We are both the perpetrators and the final victims of a reality series that isn’t on TV. What’s in the media is just keeping us distracted. Reading Oxfam’s report that 85 individuals have amassed half of the planet’s wealth didn’t help to convince me.
“the 0.00001 per cent”
It’s just one more sign proving what I already know. We’re all-but-locked in a suicidal endgame.
I hated the game, Monopoly, as a young person. Once someone got the best properties the sanest response was to resign but, unlike in chess or in geopolitics, that option wasn’t available.
My huge focus on “What’s Wrong With The World” won’t change the outcome. We bipeds are goners.
And my solo struggle gets me into arguments with those I love who don’t see what I see “through my glass, darkly…”
I feel alone in my circle, most of whose inhabitants either don’t get it or, being quicker than I, have given up and focused on what lowers their blood pressure.
Everybody bitches, but so many of us bite at some thing that immediately affects us personally.
We attack the (many) symptoms and ignore the disease.
I will try very hard to make my future posts about…
nice stuff…Photos…Lyrics and Chords…Travel…Tonglen Meditation…Hockey scores – well, maybe not…