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I love this world. I hate all the same shit that we all hate, of course, but the reason I hate it is because it fucks up the things I love. So let me tell you, in no particular order, why I am not yet ready to wheel out the Doomsday Ray just yet.
First there's the toys (yes, I know the toys bring their own problems, but let's just consider them for themselves for the moment): minidisc players, glowsticks, super-bright LEDs that you can fit on a credit-card, computers that just get better and better, the internet- the internet! Whoo! I love the net.
Then there's people. Yeah, people are a significant part of the problem, but if you think about the people you hate, you often hate them because of what they do to other people. Lay aside, for the moment, the worst that the species can do and think instead of the finest it can be. Think of generousity, altruism, compassion, love. I personally would put up with fifty arseholes just to find one friend.
Then there's the real world, the living planet that we are screwing up faster than we can understand it. Deepsea angler fish with lights on their heads and mouths like cages, Komodo Dragons, wierd little frogs that live in the desert and spawn in tiny puddles that are only there for a few days every year; Pengiuns that live in Australia and invade discos, flowers one meter across, little sea-anemone-worm things that live in complete darkness, thriving in the incredible heat of undersea volcanic vents where the water gets to 300 degrees, Kakopos (how can you not love Kakopos?), nematode worms that learn by eating things and retaining their knowledge, redwoods you could drive a horse-and-cart through, bromeliads full of frogs, caeleocanths, horseshoe crabs, living fossils that have somehow hung around. And I've hardly scratched the surface....
I fucking love it here. |
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