Our comforts, our “achievements”, even our “recreation” requires the contamination of the atmosphere and the ocean, the deliberate and incidental killing of wildlife, the obliteration and destruction of the natural world.
The mass production and mass consumption of lies makes it a certainty the human endeavor will complete the process of impoverishment and annihilate itself and many other genomes.
In a rapid and miserable spasm of extinction, the human superpredator will impose itself upon itself in some final victory over life itself.
There is no basis for optimism in the short term. We’ll have to look ahead a few million, a few tens of millions of years. Possibly life shall diversify again.
But there will never be another Carolina parakeet, no more Great auks, no more Passenger pigeons, ever.
With the massive and wrenching suffering that comes with living matter, I’ve begun to think that lifelessness is preferable.
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