Ok, I just need to write this somewhere. It's been bouncing around in my head and I just need to send it out somewhere to be able to get some context / free my head of it. I know I sound like a 15 year old smoking weed for the first time, but fuck it.
We tend to think we can fix our evolution & live forever, but in reality we're just coming to the end of our run or preparing for an evolutionary event. Our entire societies fabric is made up of mining, which is ethically fucked and using finite resources. We're not giving up our iPhones even though children in the Congo are dying for them, but we'll use metal straws and reusable bags at our shopping centres. The real problem is in production to sustain this life and our need to have it and our ability to ignore the cost for the end product. The only way we'll straighten our course is to stop production of most things that fuel our lives these days and to go back to pre technological times, but that can't / wont happen.
This is our evolution. We're creating self learning AI at a quickening rate, and our needs will deplete the earth sooner or later while recreating ourselves into oblivion. Our dire narcissism. We have access to all the information now to understand everything, but it's just overwhelming. Add in the warming of our planet, and it's a one way trip. The billionaires know it, hence the space ships and looking to protect their legacies on a new planet one day. A dying planet shoots spores out to the cosmos in a hope to extend our existence. In Scifi, you'd think that guy who jettisons from an exploding planet is the last hope of a civilisation, but living in it you know it's some billionaire pig who added to our extinction in a final selfish act. In simple terms, we're just a virus that's in it's final mutations. People seem to think the style of life we have lead in the last 70 to 100 years is everything we are.
So it's not something to fix, it's something to come to terms with. Not saying we shouldn't try, but i'm beginning to see it all as futile as flicking boogers against a speeding car hoping to stop it.
Somehow, this gives me hope or at least some peace to the never ending barrage of noise & doom that we're confronted with these days, and it's only hard because we've had a pretty fuckin easy run.
Having a kid really smashes these thoughts into your being, but i'm starting to feel more like 'im so glad you're here and we get to experience life together' than gut wrenching guilt for bringing her into this shitshow.
Ok, peace.