I found this title to an unwritten blog in my “Drafts” folder. I don’t know what I was thinking when I penned this, or why I never elaborated, but it was simply too interesting to not use. So, to the past me who was tickling at the depths of something, and to the future me who, I hope, someday can fully emerge from her tightening cocoon of depression to do something significant, I’m going to talk about why the world was always ending. And what a strange little, hairless, big brained, ape can really do about it.

My first suspicion is that this comes from the staggeringly beautiful and heart-rending poem by Franny Choi “The World Was Always Ending, and the World Goes On”. (Please find it HERE, it’s worth the read). In it she describes the different ways the world has ended through various apocalypses. The apocalypse of slavery, and environmental ruin, religious bombings, starvation and war, and history miswritten by the ‘conquerers’, and all the ways humans continually destroy and rebirth themselves. That we are in a constant state of not just change, but destruction. And destruction borne of greed has no end, because man will always, always want more. It reminds me, as it should all of us, that the natural state of the universe is entropy. Decay, rebirth, the fall and rise, the constant, ever-present battle between what is made and unmade. Change. Violent, insidious, chaotic, beautiful change.

Our Own Damn Fault

I’ve thought a lot lately about the current state of humans. And how freakishly dumb we are. The only species who will be responsible for it’s own extinction to be sure. AND the only one with brains and cognition large enough to actually have the understanding, and foresight, and power, to stop it. So why don’t we? Greed. Selfishness. Ego. Laziness. All things, and I hate to say it fellas, that are touted, praised and encouraged by patriarchal, colonialist, capitalist societies. Because men look for immortality in what they accrue and what histories they write of themselves. Women create immortality with life. And they’ve been trying to catch up with that for about 5-10,000 years. In their efforts, we have instead become a cyclone of endless, ceaseless destruction.

My daughter and I were having a discussion on the trail the other day, about humans’ impact on the environment particularly, and (because she’s a huge Jurassic Park fan) that she loved the quote by Dr. Malcom (the Chaos Theory guy) that we won’t destroy the earth, we’ll destroy ourselves, and the Earth will continue on, just as it has before us. And then we started talking about what would the Earth look like without us. (Also check out this book: The World Without Us)

Would I be malevolent to say it was so hopeful to think of a world without humans? That the Earth might heal so much of itself. That the animals would adapt and evolve. That the rivers would find new paths and old monuments to war-mongering men would be laid waste by creeping vines and persistent roots? I don’t wish death on any one (well- not true, I do wish death on one person and I think we all know who he is) but I sometimes wish we would all quietly slip away. Because there’s a better life force, more deserving of the world than us, the ecosystems that self correct. Or did, before we showed up and demanded than Nature listen to us. Like men to women. The natural and balanced entropy without our involvement.

I suppose this is the point. We are so concerned with comfort, so worn down by current systems, that we watch this world ending and turn away. So much of the damage has been done, and the worst of it, is the powerlessness most of us feel to stop it choke-holds us into believing no amount of our effort will change the course. As long as the masses have resolution to their instant gratification. As long as the oil execs don’t have to turn down a fifth yacht or another payment to the Epstein estate, who gives a shit about the state of the air, or the water, or the temperature, or the droughts, or the storms, or the disappearing food, and the growth of disease? The powers that be, will all be long gone before it affects them.

The world was always ending. The world is always ending. Whatever can be done? Besides massive revolution that no one has the time or energy for because we’re in a real indentured servitude situation here? I don’t know. Maybe nothing at all. Drops in the bucket. Electric cars and recycling. Growing what you can. Giving more than you take. Refusing to believe any story that seeks to keep corruption in power, because that story is a tool to keep corruption in power. Thinking for ourselves. Acting for our neighbors. And trying to think about the seven generations beyond our own. Will there even be three generations beyond ours?