Sometimes I feel as if humans are just an infection in this universe. I was going to say cancer, but I really don’t feel we have that big of an impact. Just imagine, this vast, huge, seemingly endless, universe….we are what? A fingernail? Maybe humans are just an ingrown nail. Sore, bothersome, inflamed, but not terminal. Eventually we will be removed and the finger will heal. And we have the audacity to believe we are somehow special or purposeful. Do we realize how small our time existing is? A lifetime to us is merely a minor irritation to the universe. Cancer doesn’t know its bad. Infections don’t contemplate the harm they’re doing. Viruses don’t decide to choose to harm or help. THAT is the only difference. Yet, individually, our choices don’t matter. As a whole, humanity is self serving, and self preserving. And in the end we die. Believing our cause and purpose will have great impact. When, in fact, we randomly came to be, and consumed, used, and destroyed all around us.
Just a thought.
thatbethy 