I was in Las Vegas over the weekend, and when you combine that with plain old laziness, that adds up to several days without a new post. Anyway, I’ve come to the conclusion that human beings are a self-hating species. I’ve heard of self-hating Jews, and maybe even some other specific types/groups of humans are self-hating, but I think it’s the whole species that’s confused.
I’m not an expert, but anybody who complains about overpopulation should probably just lick my balls. Overpopulation? I just drove through the desert and saw plenty of open land. And don’t tell me we can’t get water and resources out there, because Las Vegas is proof modern desert civilizations can thrive. This isn’t about Vegas though.
It’s hard to explain, but I feel like whatever we’ve been doing, and whatever we are right now — at this present time is history, is exactly what we should be doing, and is exactly where we should be. To say that we’re overpopulated seems senseless, and is just another example of how our own consciousness gets in the way of our perception of reality.
The more humans that are created, the better odds we create smart ones that are more capable of making things more efficient for everyone in the long run. Even if the opposite is true, and our existence is just a temporary phase on the planet, why is that so bad? We can try, and maybe even triumph beyond our wildest expectations. If we don’t though? SO WHAT. Maybe we could just look back and smile at all the wonderful things we did manage to accomplish in our short time on this planet.
For example, voting and microwaves.