There’s a poem that I’m trying to write but I can’t seem to get the words to line up right (right there is a problem that I have trouble beating, if you rhyme write and right then it sounds like cheating), so I’m going to use my blog tonight to talk about the poem and try to get my thoughts straight so I
People - If There's a Problem, We're to Blame
know what I’m saying coming straight out of the gate, it’s a poem about people, how people are the same, just some have different colors and we all have different names, but that’s really not the point, it is not about the sameness because that’s a cliché, it’s a little bit of lameness. No the idea is that people are all that we have, it’s what we are. When we talk about the world, we just mean people, it’s the people who are in control, who make decisions about the future of the world and it’s all strictly in our own self-interest, the reason cutting down forests is bad is because it will be bad for people, not because anybody really believes that trees have spirits and are aggrieved at the genocide (arbicide?) that is being committed against them, nobody except a few crazy hippies, but if all the trees disappeared the trees would not be particularly happy, they would be walls, and tables, and shoes, it’s the people who would be in trouble. When you put it like that it’s really pretty scary, because people, by and large, are dumber than dirt, and yet, we are the only intelligent species on the planet, the only technological species on the planet, anyway, and therefore the only ones to make decisions with regard to the future of the planet, and following that line of thought it does become sort of an atheist manifesto because if there were a benevolent God watching over us then why does he/she allow wars, disease, famine in the midst of plenty, tsunamis, hurricanes and mosquitoes. If there’s any kind of a god at all, it quite obviously one who is never, ever, ever going to lift a finger to help anybody on earth, which again sounds kind of scary but it’s really fairly liberating, we, the human race without God, are like some High School kids whose parents have left on a long, long weekend. As long as we can avoid burning down the house, we could have a totally awesome time.
Anyway, I need to work on some rhymes.
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