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Sweat dripping down the small of my back, crawling across my neck and around my ear, collecting in the palms of my hands and mockingly caressing the shallow valley between my breasts. Sweat so precious, a marker of this day’s work, not mental work done while sitting behind a computer screen, much like now, but real physical effort – the body doing what it was made to do. Absolutely liberating.

There are things in this world which distract us from the fact that ultimately we are here to survive, and in order to do this, no matter how strong the mind, one’s body must be fit to meet the challenge the earth provides. And she does provide; little hints here and there: a hill terrifying in its angle arching upwards (your excuse, or at least mine being “oh god, I am so out of shape,” but never really making a change to this), or perhaps the horror of a meeting 6 floors up a broken elevator (she chuckles that you take ten minutes to climb where perhaps a near-elderly gentleman from nearly any third world nation could make it up in a third of the time).

Technology is often seen as a blessing, something to make the world a little easier on you, but in this age more of us are wondering what if we are wrong? Technology has allowed for poor habits and more leisure time, unhealthier people living longer lives, and more of them populating areas which could not support a tenth of their number not a little over a century ago.

There are ethical issues in thinking up solutions for these things, but ultimately there is the worm of a thought in my head of whether or not nature will continue her population cycles with us. Whenever a population gets too large in nature, she cuts them down drastically to allow for change and a fresh start, rather like our spring cleaning. And in that situation is it so absurd to think that our technology will more likely be used as a weapon than a blessing when that time comes?

Ultimately it does not matter. Nature and life is the most adaptable creature on earth. She will survive long after the human race has gone out of existence, likely in a puff of irony, and will eventually erase all trace of our existence. One may then wonder why it is that we care. Why bother with humanitarian efforts or try to save the panda bear from near certain extinction, when it is just so much easier to be selfish and spend what we can on ourselves, as a sort of evolutionary right?

And this is the ultimate philosophical argument. The transcendentalists versus the gothic romantics: inherent good versus inherent evil, and it is the hardest solution to find, because it all comes down to the belief in something besides oneself. Perhaps this is the reason for the creation of religion. A system to explain why we should not live for ourselves but for others. As a whole, not for the betterment of one individual, but for the betterment of the species.

An evolutionary concept, you say? Maybe. Maybe I’m full of shit. But I’m sure that every single one of us has wondered at some time “what’s the point?” and maybe this is part of the answer but in the end it interesting to realize that in the face of the beauty and… symmetry, I suppose, of the universe, most of us decide that there is something greater than ourselves for which to live. A collective soul, God, an everlasting soul, capable of rebirth or not, spirits, something absolutely intangible, this is the motivation behind even the smallest act of kindness? Maybe

Maybe, maybe, maybe.


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Dec. 20th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
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