The Last Resort

The past speaks volumes to me as I contemplate modernity. I am in awe of the paths which have led us into the wasteland. Paths steamrollered into sameness and banality as humanity's "buzz" is getting harder to satiate. Blood and treasure seem to be all there is left for the fortunate few. Eventually, this bloodlust and greed will turn inward and devour even these "eaters of worlds" themselves.

Alternatives are not even being sought. Those who see the wreckage and attempt to enlighten are the "buzzkillers" and "crackpots" and they are dutifully ignored. The reality of our craven existence where war and poverty abound is so blatantly obvious by some that it has to be ignored by the many or we might have to believe in something like peace and equality instead of an invisible sky god who will reward us for our blind devotion. Religion is one of the opiates (the others being violence and money) which keeps the "buzz" going for many and the belief in salvation is the ace which binds them to an unthinking and uncaring mindset.

That's the way of the world and there appears to be nothing we can do about it. The ironic part is that a great many of my fellow travelers who sense that something is amiss will avoid the "buzzkill" because of the children they are raising. Tell me, dear maters and paters, when is it supposed to get better? What kind of world do you believe your children will grow old in? I have been intimate with the past and it bodes ill for a terrifyingly surreal future. The present encompasses both and is disgustingly meaningless.

There's a specter haunting this planet...