It's highly likely that humanity has no goal. Our aims and desires are limitless. When will we say that it's enough. If, we say it aren't we on the verge of extinction. We survived because we compete and our brains are hardwired to win irrespective of our talent's skills and capabilities. It sets us apart as we will do anything to win. our mind does not know what is it to lose.
But is the mind us or a part of us. If it is a part of us, we are in big trouble. A part of our machinery which was always a leader in its own right has been pompously upgraded to its own unique class of being the contrtoller. A part with that much control will always aim for preservation. What if, it needs some competition to rise to the level it can be. What it, if after such a long time we have still got it all wrong.
I don't know if our lives have any purpose or we are the epitome of an unstable disease capable of consuming everything in sight. Maybe we have been into contamination, isolated from the world to wither away and die. With it all existence of us annihilated and the world be free. Maybe we have no future and are born to consume each other. Survival of the fittest they say it is. What if I am the fittest and the last man standing. Alone will it be and life will laugh at us for being victorious in the biggest struggle but one step away from a nameless end. It would be the greatest game ever played.
An even greater irony is the fact that I as an individual will not live even enough to understand the situation. For all that I can see, my mind stops me from being successful.
What is the idea? What do we want to achieve?
Money, a good fuck, acceptance, fame, immortality, love ?
But is the mind us or a part of us. If it is a part of us, we are in big trouble. A part of our machinery which was always a leader in its own right has been pompously upgraded to its own unique class of being the contrtoller. A part with that much control will always aim for preservation. What if, it needs some competition to rise to the level it can be. What it, if after such a long time we have still got it all wrong.
I don't know if our lives have any purpose or we are the epitome of an unstable disease capable of consuming everything in sight. Maybe we have been into contamination, isolated from the world to wither away and die. With it all existence of us annihilated and the world be free. Maybe we have no future and are born to consume each other. Survival of the fittest they say it is. What if I am the fittest and the last man standing. Alone will it be and life will laugh at us for being victorious in the biggest struggle but one step away from a nameless end. It would be the greatest game ever played.
An even greater irony is the fact that I as an individual will not live even enough to understand the situation. For all that I can see, my mind stops me from being successful.
What is the idea? What do we want to achieve?
Money, a good fuck, acceptance, fame, immortality, love ?
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