Humanity: We’re an Oddity

Give anything time and you’ll get something to come from it. So it seems fitting to consider our existences thanks to the whole beauty of evolution, though in that time we’ve grown to have strange ideas in place: giving paper a certain value, religion, pointless wars and people who represent the worse of what we’re capable of in this world—actually we’re capable of a lot of things that we should take a sense of pride in, when it comes down to it. We’re able to think past obstructions, create magnificent works of art and take in the subtle beauty of a sunrise. But we’re not fantastic in what we’re capable of: kill without reason, have wars out of greed, creatively able to create new technology for war first and peace later and a lot of stuff that manages to show off our true worse colours.

It’s disappointing how we’re able to kill a person or animal for fun—it’s a sad element of how it represent that festering beast we’re all denying we have while it’s there scratching away those layers of restraint. I don’t mean to become dramatic on our evolutionary process, but we’re still moving along—we’re still on a long road of chance, we might never move beyond the whole world of killing each other and animals for fun. I don’t expect we’re capable of making that big step to finally admit war is pointless, money is actually a worthless commodity from how it requires us to impose the value and finally get rid of ethical-side of science—just let them do whatever for the sake of progress. Technically we need science more than ever to provide us with something new, we don’t need to adapt to the environment anymore from the simple situation of how we’re adapting the environment to our needs—the game of evolution has turned into a game of random chance instead of the time and tested strategy move.

We’re quite amazing and we’re a sad sight, which makes us a weird sight to anyone outside to see us love, hate and kill—we’re quite a scary creature in the end.

Thought of the Day: October 18th:

Was going to write something about that Jan “the idiot writer bitch of The Daily Mail” Moir, but I considered that an overused article idea, so I went with the above out of how it seems more fitting.