Today, I was watching the news in the background while I did my research. As always, there was the typical useless babbling, the drama, the politics, the viral videos and feelgoodisms. But what caught my attention among all the nonsense, was when some dolled up, ceramic political was going on about trees, and sea levels, and unimportant things like that.
And as the philanthropic bitch was talking, I heard her use a word that I hadn’t heard in that context in years. Environmentalism.
Yeah right. I’ve come to consider myself an environmentalist over the years, but with me, it actually means something. These people think that the environment is a bunch of pretty flowers and fluffy animals, not the sterile rocks or the flaming stars that dominate the rest of the universe besides this infected planet. They think that the environment, somehow, is an object of human interest; they only want to protect the trees because they make oxygen, not out of any concern for existence above themselves. At the end of the day they are all still humanists, and that necessarily means they are NOT environmentalists.
True environmentalism leaves no room for human beings. True environmentalism leaves no room for any kind of life, not even the pretty flowers and fluffy animals. The interests of the environment, or rather, the universe, are necessarily in direct conflict with the interests of living things. Life is parasitic. Life does nothing but generate entropy, it cannot exist without generating entropy. But while our pathetic, grimy form of life thrives on polluting reality with more and more entropy, the universe comes closer and closer to heat death. Life kills the universe for its own benefit, and it shouldn’t be allowed to do that.
Most people assume that it’s an okay thing to do, and if anything, they are more worried with how they will survive once they’ve finally killed their host. They look up at the stars, which are millions of lightyears away and bigger than they could possibly comprehend, and they just say “oh that’s all dead stuff”. They think that in order for a life to have value, it needs to have a squishy meat computer in it’s skull, and say things like “I think therefore I am”.
It never occurs to them that the universe is simply a higher form of life. It doesn’t necessarily need to think and feel in such the same way we do, and that’s fine. I will put this into terms that a human can relate to. We’ve studied the movement of galaxies, planets, and stars, and in the short time we’ve been around to do so, we’ve observed merely a fraction of a fraction of a cosmic, universal form of a heart beat, which has gone on before us and will go on after us. And we say, oh so proudly, oh so ARROGANTLY, that the universe is not alive and sentient in some way more significant than us?! I DEFY THAT! I DEFY THAT WE SHOULD CAST JUDGEMENT ON THE COSMOS ITSELF! WE ARE TINY! WE ARE NOTHING!
So in the battle between the interests of life, vs the interests of the universe, who do I choose? I am an honest man, probably as honest as a man can be, and I will always choose the universe. We do not deserve to exist, we are just leeches that showed up on accident. A disease, which could at the very least have the decency to cure itself. Humanity shall die so that the universe shall live that much longer, that is the only way justice can be realized.
And I simply ask you to join me, my brothers. Let go of your human arrogance, and let’s sterilize the planet once and for all! Nuke every city! Vaporize the oceans! Shatter the crust of the world itself until it’s become a big, fat, ball of magma once more!
Then, all life and death in existence can be left to the stars, as it was meant to. And without us to make it come any quicker, the great omnipotent universe can drift into heat death, on its own terms.
I agree that we are not clever enough by half to decide if something else is alive or not. As for us, I'll just keep on keeping on because the Earth or something else will shrug us all off if they want that. Maybe the stars want us around.