Talking about species, clue number one that you aren’t talking about wresting and I should pay attention.

we spend our entire lives distracting ourselves from the idea of our own inevitable death. and yet the only extinction event we all agree is the most important, is our own. and just because it is not immediate, we continue to distract ourselves away from it. the burden of knowledge of our own death, is also what enslaves us to a permanent loop of internal distraction from that truth.

either you are too old to care, or too young to care. its too horrible to imagine, and so, many do not. the onus is not on all of us, of course. just the few “captains of industry” who pretended that infinite growth and immortality wait for those who persue it at any cost. even if the cost is the extinction of all life on earth. as long as they make it, they believe its worth that sacrifice. and to most of us, the convenience, is worth that sacrifice. as long we dont think of what that sacrifice actually looks like, too deeply. i type this now on a device that likely was birthed from some million unsung horrors in mines across the world. who knows how many died for me to wax poetic to the void while laying on my back.

it is too late. has been for a while now.

im old enough that i may get to live a full enough life, but the end will still be bitter. i wonder if before i was real, if i asked to be born a witness to the end of it all. just to have that experience in line with billions of others, and their points of view. all contributing to the universal conciousness, and its understanding of what not to do, for the sake of longevity within these physical means.

a lesson for the next attempt, maybe. i know not, and i will not pretend that i do.