I think we are scrambling to keep up with lifestyles that are well beyond our means as a species. The rapid use of resources and complete disregard for the health of the rock on which we sit shows that we haven't, as a whole, put a lot of thought into what we're doing and/or where we are going. We're, at this point, just trying to keep up with the merry-go-round.
And so be it. We'll either eventually discover a way to colonize other planets, which is what I think will happen (and sooner than some might think) or we will eventually run ourselves into ruin and maybe be faced with some sort of post apocalyptic wasteland in the end of it all. That's if global warming or an asteroid doesn't take us out first.
Either way, I don't think we're headed in a great direction. At least not if things remain exactly as they are now. But I think change is coming.
And so be it. We'll either eventually discover a way to colonize other planets, which is what I think will happen (and sooner than some might think) or we will eventually run ourselves into ruin and maybe be faced with some sort of post apocalyptic wasteland in the end of it all. That's if global warming or an asteroid doesn't take us out first.
Either way, I don't think we're headed in a great direction. At least not if things remain exactly as they are now. But I think change is coming.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
