Arlo Guthrie wrote 'come on people, now what's it worth, to make a heaven out of this earth?' This sentiment aligns closely with my own suspicions, that at least some portion of the human race's ancestry did not originate here on Earth, but that they had been given the use of this place as some kind of gift or refuge or second chance, expected only to cherish and take care of such bounty, and each other, and otherwise to benefit from it in whatever way they could. Given that humanity is the only species in all the world which exhibits such open contempt and even hostility toward nature, I'm not at all sure we really belong here, and I am dead certain that the opportunities for Earth itself to be our living heaven had long since been squandered.
Whatever afterlife justice might await us for the catastrophe we have made of this magnificent opportunity to live in such a place, I don't even want to think about it.
But I've lived my whole life feeling as though some monstrous and costly moral error had occurred, long ago, which ruined our prospects of befriending this planet and each other in the bargain, and that all of known history is what has happened ever since, as though it has been too late all along.
What had there ever been to rape, burn, loot and kill each other over, other than some implanted and unnatural twisted lust for doing harm that somehow had become the thing all humanity has most in common, which has to have had some origin, having nothing at all to do with the natural order of the earth?
May I suggest "Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven" (Mark Twain) -- answers many of your questions in a uniquely Twainian way. thought-provoking humor ....
Arlo Guthrie wrote 'come on people, now what's it worth, to make a heaven out of this earth?' This sentiment aligns closely with my own suspicions, that at least some portion of the human race's ancestry did not originate here on Earth, but that they had been given the use of this place as some kind of gift or refuge or second chance, expected only to cherish and take care of such bounty, and each other, and otherwise to benefit from it in whatever way they could. Given that humanity is the only species in all the world which exhibits such open contempt and even hostility toward nature, I'm not at all sure we really belong here, and I am dead certain that the opportunities for Earth itself to be our living heaven had long since been squandered.
Whatever afterlife justice might await us for the catastrophe we have made of this magnificent opportunity to live in such a place, I don't even want to think about it.
But I've lived my whole life feeling as though some monstrous and costly moral error had occurred, long ago, which ruined our prospects of befriending this planet and each other in the bargain, and that all of known history is what has happened ever since, as though it has been too late all along.
What had there ever been to rape, burn, loot and kill each other over, other than some implanted and unnatural twisted lust for doing harm that somehow had become the thing all humanity has most in common, which has to have had some origin, having nothing at all to do with the natural order of the earth?
May I suggest "Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven" (Mark Twain) -- answers many of your questions in a uniquely Twainian way. thought-provoking humor ....