Humanity

Inhumane is a word I ponder often. We being our own only direct reference, irt acts we have committed. Has the age of humanity already ended, then? Has it even begun, or is it instead the ideal we pursue? Is humanity what we seek, while surrounded by ourselves, still imperfect; flawed; maturing?

I’m spending a lot on toys. As in, material things that have negligible value beyond the enjoyment I obtain from tinkering with them. It is, currently, the enjoyment I can find. In this world, where countries cooperate to put each other into space, while also threatening annihilation over property lines that only exist because nations cooperate to obliterate another who can’t keep up.

So I rationalize the enjoyment I can find, in the absence of friends or comrades, and I look forward to continuing to mature, seeking my route beyond the realm.