Whew

It’s funny, y’know, the way quarks and photons and bosons bon bons and planets and stars and reality works and how a few cells working together might be called a virus or a liver or a snake or a person and as organized entities social or “individually” while this form I inhabit is already obviously a functioning composite of literal whatever-number-you-want-to-use-es of components that we’re still working to fully understand.

And as these entities large and small vie for control and overcome obstacles (included but not limited to each other), and fail to grasp the basic tenet of cooperation and love. Life depends on it. Already.

So while we work together to strand astronauts on space stations and exterminate people who don’t believe we’re better than them, I will continue to wait for allies who may, at some point, wish to cooperate to establish this planet as a home we respect. A home where perhaps, we’ll one day cooperate to form a sensible and just society. A home where children are taught the values they need to understand and survive, while being free to explore their own ideas and inclinations safely and constructively (yes, destructive inclinations are natural and normal … I know *you’ve* never had any, but many people have)

Anyway, we understand how things work well enough to make some good predictions. The best idea the folks in power seem to be able to grasp right now is “me power good” and it’s kinda surprising that having grown up on jetsons cartoons and promises of flying cars (whose doors probably weren’t supposed to just … come off, but that’s an aside) that the best we can come up with is to kill a bunch of people so we can send more children of our own there. Or something.

We could, if we chose to, work together to live and *decide* to live forever. We could evolve our little blue rock out here in space into the starship it must be to survive our star’s death, and for the other threats that will otherwise end our lineage, perhaps whatever remains of us to be studied by the next “intelligent” life to arise.

Maybe one day, we’ll accept responsibility for eating the apple. For as long as there are lies, there will be death and opportunities to do better the next time around. I look forward to forgetting it all … because the memories are painful. It’s a sickly knowledge that only death or insanity can save you from it.