The Fatigue of Humanity

The fatigue of humanity comes to thus...onerous labours over the betterment of our environment inviting ridicule and backlash from Mother Earth, whom we once beheld in sacred union. Hell hath no fury, no fury like a woman scorned. Why then do we cease looking outwards and begin a feverish introspection of our moralities and philosophies, only to find a vacuous black hole absorbing every fibre of sanity, non-existence mocking existence? Gloomy eyes cast upwards yield no better fulfilment, for a harsh judgemental pair of eyes stare us right back down. Peer beneath the depths, into the ravine perhaps? How self-defeating! That is the precise result we try to avoid right from the start. A tussle between bee and hive, bear and cave, dog and kennel, alligator and swamp, the latter crushing the former into pulp - our tragic destiny, peppered with sprinkles of delight for those who have long dreamt of annihilation! Lo and behold, we have come full circle, back to the Vedas, the Avesta, back to the code of Hammaburi, back to pre-genesis nothingness, the primordial soup of Brahma. Sweet delectable gravy! Merrily I purloin a scoop with the ladle of naked unknowing, and ingest to the last drop my portion of ancestral inheritance. Hear the final scream from my last fragments of esteem, respect the sanctity of my bardo's dream. Hush, be sweet, as we passively concede, our felicity will eventually be complete.