"Your existence is not impossible, but it is also not very likely."
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As my airplane begins to gain height, hovering above the Houston airport and eventually over suburbs of the city, I cannot help but take note of the carefully manicured landscape beneath me. Each new subdivision reminds me of the individually human need for creating monotony. How is it that we, as humans can find it aesthetically pleasing to take an area that was already filled with rich, luscious, native greenery and convert it into a manufactured landscape not nearly as incredible as the original. I imagine the sprinklers spraying the Earth’s limited supply of water onto the factory produced sod that must be saturated with chemicals weekly in order to maintain the color the original fauna sustained naturally. Even the forests are monocultures, with one species of trees lined up in rows and columns, some city planner having decided that the green space to concrete ratio was off.
I understand that humans are not apart from nature, but a part of nature, to think otherwise would be naive, and yet I cannot help but feel a nostalgia for an environment free of human manipulation, an environment I, nor any of my generation, have ever experienced. I wish to roam virgin forests when they were just called forests. I wish to traverse a cavern, knowing that I am the first of my kind to walk upon that ground.
Although all of my being aches for preservation, I am forced to acknowledge that this is not possible. The world is an ever changing place, and nothing is infinite. Even the universe is not infinite, having not a spacial, but instead a temporal edge. Although far smaller than the universe, I have a temporal edge as well. My matter might not have been created nor be capable of being destroyed, but I, as I exist currently, will only live, for but a moment. My and the Earth as we know it’s temporal existence is painfully finite.
Because the Earth is changeable, it must be changed. The human race will continue to evolve until it dies off, and the environment around us will continue to change even after we no longer exist within it. We may affect the exterior of the Earth, filling it with monocultures and strip mall parking lots, manipulating it to reflect our idea of beauty and necessity, but we are only accomplishing the inevitable. There is no way to know if what we are doing to the earth is good or bad, but in truth it does not matter in the longest of runs. The world is changing, has always changed, and will always change. We are just assisting the change that is inevitable.
Two empty vessels in a sea of wheat,
Bodies to see, but no souls to be found.
No mind to man this dark shadowy fleet,
But through this field they will slowly have wound.
Two empty men with consciousness erased,
Voices to hear, but no thoughts to be thought.
Darkness engulfing this golden filled place.
These waving horrors left by gods to rot.
Two burdened hearts, with heavy loads to bear,
Unaware of mutual existence;
But for that knowledge they will never care,
Traveling forward with much resistance.
Two empty lives toward infinity go
Cross paths, they won’t, but onward they must flow.