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Originally posted by doorbell412
The abduction stories that many people claim to having their sperm and eggs taken are used to populate other planets with.
Walking in New York City, I sometimes seem to enter a state of mind where I pull away from ordinary time. The concrete and asphalt, the buildings and billboards, appear as flimsy as painted sets. The people wandering through these backdrops drift like dream apparitions.
A young black man drives past in an enormous gleaming SUV, an ominous rap song about ‘h*s and b*tches, n**gahs and gangstas’ blasting from his speakers – he is a sociological type, a reaction-formation to centuries of racial hate. Two balding businessmen brag about their companies’ new marketing strategies, their childrens’ private schools – they are dry husks of avidity. A willowy actress on her cel phone makes an appointment to receive her next Botox injection as she exhales swirls of Marlboro smoke. Blank-faced teenagers amble past with shopping bags full of generic clothing from Banana Republic and the Gap, stitched by impoverished workers in the “free trade zones” of ruined nations.
It seems like all of this happened a million years ago. Or it has gone on so long that the players have forgotten the meaning of their actions, moving through the dead air like synchronized machines. Time has played a trick on us in this modern world. Habituated to endless acceleration, we seem petrified, caught in pitiful illusions of progress that lead nowhere – to longer working hours, less freedom, more distractions. We have fallen into a time trap, imprisoned like bugs caught in amber.
One can envision a paleontology of the human present, the street scene peeling away to reveal the human collective like a swarm of earthworms gnawing at the planet, our bodies carriers for far more efficient bacteria and parasites, our brains a vestigial map of evolutionary processes from reptiles to primates to humans. As the dinosaurs left behind their skeletons and the crushed carbon we have extracted for our fossil fuels, humanity seems on its way to a similar, though self-willed, cul-de-sac. Our planetary legacy will be mountains of plastic and toxic refuse, silicon and malathion, twisted steel and irradiated Nevada mountains – who knows but that this won’t be the exact legacy that some future organism needs to make its evolutionary ascent?
But what does that matter to us?
The vision becomes one of Buddhist “samsara,” eternities of delusive craving, entities churning away in semi-darkness, groping blindly at desires as they drive toward self-destruction. Perhaps for a few more centuries, perhaps only a handful of years, the human race will sate its yearnings and tweak its consumption habits as our planet boils away in an increasingly toxic chemical broth, while brain-locked pundits drone on CNN, selling us a war without end and a world without hope, the overt insanity of their lies oddly hypnotizing as they push the world toward meltdown. We seem to be tumbling into the abyss, our words no longer meaningful, our actions as illusory as shadow plays. Are we doomed to mindless self-destruction in a purple haze of ozone and radiation, smart bombs and biological weapons, phthalates and cloroflurocarbons?
Or is a totally different narrative equally plausible – and, perhaps, far more true?