what to do with the end of the world?
what do you do when you know the world is ending? I don't say this to despair, it's just simple truth. maybe not the world, physically, but the world as we know it, society, yes. hell is rising with the tepid ocean waters. now that I've fallen in love I can admit I saw a future for a moment, where I could have a baby. but then I remember the seahorses and the rainforests, I remember Gaza, a mirror into the future of humanity. I know that people have felt this in history, and that the individual experience of a 2020's American is just about as plentiful as it's ever gotten in humanity, we don't have it so bad after all. but what's the cost of that quality of life? what if it's everything, your very soul? that makes it different. that makes my hope shrivel up and die. humanity is not all bad, or hopeless, that's not what I'm saying. quite the opposite. because goodness, the goodness in every one of us, is what it is, it can't exploit, can't manipulate and hoard power. power goes against it's very nature. is being good just that, like Jesus on the cross, because to take power, taking revenge, would be a paradox? maybe the fall of the world is just that, not a failure of our morals, but a signifier that the good are many and yet the good are martyrs in the face of the evil few. that goodness can't prevail is proof of it's existence. there is so much love in the brokenness, and our collective grief is love en mass. I look at the people outside and I wonder where they will be when it all falls down.