Why are we here?
“Each person comes into this world with a specific destiny--he has something to fulfill, some message has to be delivered, some work has to be completed. You are not here accidentally--you are here meaningfully. There is a purpose behind you. The whole intends to do something through you.”
Where do I even start?
Truth is, I haven't a bloody clue.
Perhaps the Gods want to see if we can really screw things up — so far, a few aeons in, we're not doing a bad job of it!
Or, it's just part of the evolutionary process?
But it's curious, at least to me, why the putative Crown of Creation would manifest, develop, grow in number and then find itself in a situation, with or without the pandemic, where it's staring into the abyss of its own demise.
(There's this effing voice I can't get rid of that says: "It's too late...". What the hell is all that about?)
Why do I keep positing these somewhat insuperable questions?
We're here: doing our thing: and the rest, as they say, is detail.
I suppose what I'm circling back to is the whole existential crises we must all face at some time in our life. In my case, I grieve the for the earth and all non-human life, particularly or more especially with the haunting idea that they or it would be a lot better off without us. It can't be right that our only job is to consume, to ravage and to decimate something so deliciously rich and jaw-droppingly beautiful?
I've often thought of writing one of those The End is Nigh type books but I know it's already been said and done a million times over. Then again, it was no accident that I recently shared a clip of one of my all-time favourite films, The Day The Earth Stood Still. If only Gort (at least in the remake) had got his way.
What bloody then?
Anyhow, as I tend to remark, it's time to get with the programme. Too much navel-gazing isn't good for the soul.